Leaving town and entering country

I have left the busy streets of central London where one of the main sources of injury was
the ridiculous discrepancy between driving on the left and the right sides of the road.
Did you know that this is due to the way that a wagon driver sat in the wagon and which hand he (or she )held their whip in...no really its true. So in short lots of foreign pedestrians look the wrong way when they cross the road and have a touch of being run over.

Of course there is that other group of people akin to saints and spiritual do-gooders :THE CYCLIST. I have never treated a cyclist who was responsible for their own bike crash, it is always that damned motorist, street sweeper or pedestrian and never the fact that they have ran a red light or were trying to overtake a bus in the fast lane...

Never mind I have moved to Hertfordshire and it has a whole new set of injuries which I shall learn about and share

For now, that is all I have to say.

Yet another rear shunting.....

It's St Patricks day and that only means one thing, beer. This only means two things: broken hands and the mandibles (jaws) that they land on. As a result both the orthopaedic and maxillofacial surgeons tend to have a busy weekend. The trick is to avoid creating another broken hand or jaw while two surgeons fight it out over who gets priority uasge of the emergency theatre.

We have a patient backlog due to 'backside ' problem. The orthopaedic team started a weekend that was filledwith fractures; power tools and the elbow grease to fix them . Sadly so did a local London resident. He managed to get a 30/5 cm dildo stuck up his colon and we were removed from the theatre so that the general surgeons could return his party toy via a trip into his abdomen.

On the up side an intravenous drug user without any veins was very helpfull today. When the house officer was unable to bleed him he simply obliged by sticking the needle ino his groin( femoral vein) and come up with the goods- if only every patient could be as kind.

I am sitting in the theatre coffe rooms awaiting my slot. Hopefully i can get busy before the next rubber item goes for a wander......

Summer sunday

On call

reading and waiting.....