In the summer of 2013, there was a heatwave in Melbourne. I had been working long days, freezing my butt off on the air-conditioned wards of a large, city hospital….
Evening shift. I stare at the computer screen, frustration and mild panic rising within me. Maybe if I look for long enough the Tetris game of too many patients and not enough cubicles will magically rearrange itself
Probably the two most potentially useful skills I learnt in the army were ironing (a skill I try to avoid putting to use at any cost) and knowledge of the phonetic alphabet.
In the world of medicine there has been a grammatical battle raging for what seems an eternity. “Who are the warring parties?”, you ask.
Poking fun and self-indulgent chuckling aside, there is a serious aspect to all this senseless pseudoscience.
Have you ever submitted a scientific paper to a journal? Here are some insights into the Herculean labours of getting a paper published in a medical journal (with MJA excerpts).
Some things remain the same, some things change. Political machinations and bureaucratic bungles seem to be universal constants. However, empty hospitals no longer seem to be an issue…
A few experiences in the last week or two have reminded me of the importance of Peter Safar’s Laws for the Navigation of Life: