Nurse, The Screens!

A morally satisfying weekend educating my fellow medics, as the scramble to get MMC boxes ticked heats up.

I also managed to see Ma and Pa Shroom. I was slightly concerned to hear that Pa Shroom's memory is fading. I'm sure this is, at least in part, because he's retired. When he was working, and I was a student, I was always amazed at his superior knowledge of anatomy - even for those bits he didn't cut regularly. Now Pa Shroom bemoans the loss of this knowledge, and he was telling me his short term memory is failing him too. I hope that's all it is. I couldn't bear to see him dementing...

After my hapless flailing at the fairer sex on Friday, a cheeky note from a fellow Blogonaut brought light to my soul. Thanks again, even if you were humouring me.

As the philosopher Springsteen once wrote, "Don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late: it's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate."

And to finish, a picture that I 'discovered' this weekend it took my breath away. The essence of human spirit?; or maybe just a young, scared boy running for his life...?