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Rioter in Nancy Pelosi's office in The U.S. Capitol  I need to blog about this for the record so that in future times I may look back upon this historical moment. _______________________________________________________________ Yesterday, in Washington D.C., a mob descended upon The Capitol Building. They breached security and got inside what is in effect the beating heart of American democracy. You must have seen it on your television screen. It was as terrible as it was terrifying. They were fired up by a rabble-rouser, someone who evidently does not  care a fig for normal democratic processes. He incited  the mob. In fact, he had been inciting that mob for weeks with fantastical tales of a stolen election. When given an opportunity to subdue the mob and to get them out of The Capitol straight away, this rabble-rouser could not stop himself from repeating his lies about a stolen election. To him, the rioters were "very special" people. After their assault on The ...

 I’ve had my hair pulled, face slapped  and my face mask pulled off several times tonight Violence seldom happens in the hospice and it’s usually only a product of terminal agitation. Everything is quieter now but I’m watching the sleeping patient closely.  Intensive care prepared me well for such occurrences. It’s only 1.13 am I’m not complaining , I’ve just read that my former colleagues on the local intensive care unit are having a real crap time of things see link https://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/north-wales-intensive-care-consultant-19570872?fbclid=IwAR2PTgdI6rXp6rEvr6fNjSZ5tjGU01XRJ8agZ-PKCWz2qzV_iX2Rj14MLGA I send them all my love and respect So many people have forgotten those Thursday nights  When we clapped for those on intensive care who tried so hard to help the victims of the first wave. I will leave you with some frivolous and some hastily snapped shots of Albert who has decided that in Winnie’s absence he will settle ...

My patient was listening to a message from a best friend living under lockdown in another country I was changing the medication in their syringe driver and was doing so very quietly. The message was in the form of a song that I recognised and it’s effects were understandably profound and incredibly moving to watch I’m on nights, covering sickness then I have a week’s leave. I try to book a weeks holiday every eight weeks or so. The stressors of hospice work are very different to those exhausting times, I remember on ITU and Spinal Injuries. They are subtle and insidious and lockdown makes recharging a little more challenging  Any time I feel low I just don't know how you know You are never far from me You are never far from me Once again, there goes the phone How could you possibly know You are never far from me You are never far from me Before the time that you go There is something you should know You will always be in me You are never far from me The son...