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Wilkommen to my blog - my name is Karin Purshouse, and I'm a doctor in the UK. If you're looking for ramblings on life as a junior doctor, my attempts to dual-moonlight as a scientist and balancing all that madness with a life, you've come to the right place. I'm currently a doctor/research trainee in oncology after spending a year doing research in the USA. All original content is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Friday, 27 October 2017

Mental Health and the Medic

Wonderful post-nights fall frolicking
I've just finished another week of nights and for some reason, they really knocked me for six.  I've done night shifts ever since I qualified as a doctor five-and-a-bit years ago, so I can only conclude that ageing is starting to hunt me down. To an extent, I think I've got my routine sorted, and my night shifts on my current job are far from my most stressful. Nonetheless, there are still moments when you get a bit anxious about the decisions you made in the middle of the night, or feel a bit low when you're looking after particularly unwell patients who pass away despite your best efforts.  But I think these are normal feelings shared by most doctors.  The difficulty is recognising when the feelings of 'down and anxious' are the rule rather than the exception.

In the last few months, it has become increasingly apparent to me how many of my friends and peers are suffering from mental health problems.  Of course, I am not here to 'out' them - but more to reflect on this silent wave of illness that simmers beneath the surface, just as much as any cancer, before it makes its presence known.  Depression and anxiety in themselves affect a huge number of people - and yet they go completely unspoken as if they were an embarrassment or a failure.  What is notable to me is that most people I know in this situation are, on the surface, absolute high flyers.  They are the best of the best in what they do.  They have never known professional failure.  They are held in the highest regard by their peers.  They are outwardly A Massive Success and yet they are not well at all, and see this as a failure.  

I have sometimes struggled to know how best to support my friends as they make the journey to recovery.  Perhaps that comes as a surprise to lay people that I, as a doctor, don't know what I'm doing when it comes to this aspect of health, particularly when it hits close to home.  It's difficult to know you're doing or saying the right thing, that you're making yourself available enough both physically and emotionally, and that you're striking the right balance between simply listening and actively advising. It makes you question your ability to be not only a good friend but the right kind of friend.  I'm still not sure I've nailed that balance.  I've definitely found I've needed my own support network to offload the impact of these precious, complicated feelings that have been entrusted to me.

An Austrian vista
The conclusion I've come to is, much like grief, the most important thing is to look it in the face and acknowledge it.  It's easy to focus on the 'good days' to avoid accepting the greater majority of 'bad days', particularly when 'bad days' are really, really bad - and being unable to 'function' on such days is a sign that it's time to find help.  We are worth so much more than living in misery and struggle.  And 'looking it in the face' goes for those of us supporting peers, friends and loved ones too.  We mustn't shy away from it because we're scared that we'll react, listen and respond in the wrong way.  Far better to engage imperfectly than not to engage at all.  

I am glad that the Royals (cheers, Wills, Kate and Harry) are making mental health an area for national discussion - it affects everyone and anyone, and respects nothing and no-one.  There are those that might read this and think that to complain about high flyers with mental health problems is barely a problem worth talking about - but I would disagree.  We're all people and this is a problem that will only worsen with time.  Not talking about it feels like a far greater risk.  

Our mental health is a precious and delicate thing, and I'm aware that I need to find my own ways of looking after mine.  My dad is the one who taught me not to work too hard - to work 'quite' hard, and with commitment and passion, but not to lose sight of the balance of things.  Having got that balance wrong quite often during my training, I hope that I'm establishing a sustainable work-life balance, and it's that sustainable element that made me quite comfortable to admit this 'don't work too hard' ethos over an academic dinner to my neighbour, who worked for a major research funder.  And you know what? She welcomed it.  And that makes me think that the Big Guys understand that this is a problem too.  

Take care of yourself, and take care of those around you.  Don't be afraid to ask the questions 'are you ok? Is there something else going on?' - asking these questions is unlikely to make things worse, and may just be the trigger that turns someone's life around.  

Friday, 21 July 2017

The sneaky approach of Black Wednesday...

Another year in the lab is about to come to an end, and what a whirlwind of a year it's been.  For a clinician scientist-in-training like me, it can often feel like you're treading water rather than actually swimming forwards.  But for the first time, as my last phase of general medical training (Core Medical Training) approaches, I feel I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Bungles here, Bungles there, Bungles everywhere!

Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder how on earth you ended up, well, HERE? Wherever 'here' is for you.  In my case, I'm 29 years old - TWENTY NINE!!  And I'm a doctor, and still quite a junior one, but not a very junior one.  And I'm also a scientist, and still quite a junior one, but I guess also not a very junior one.  Hmm!  And hopefully I'm also a lot of other things - being, as I hope, not entirely defined by my professional roles.  For one thing, I think I've nailed 'the doctor game' with my 3 and half-year-old niece (her idea, not mine!), and my colouring in skills are second to none.  The point is - I've progressed!

 A friend of mine quite wisely pointed out recently that while it can often feel that we are being pulled and pushed along a path we have not designed, ultimately we have made choices that lead us to where we are now.  It's just easy to forget them.  So when I read statistics such as an increase in unfilled junior doctor positions of 31% in one year, I know that's also no accident.  For the training programme I'm soon finishing, they have seen an increase in unfilled posts of nearly 10% in ONE YEAR.  Go one step further back in the career ladder, and only half of doctors completing the foundation programme (sort of like internship programmes) applied to higher training as GPs or specialists.
Dreaming spires, even when the summer sun is hiding
I'm part of a new generation of doctors, unfamiliar to the last, that is taking the scenic route through postgraduate medical training.  I too took a 'gap year' between foundation and specialty training - as did most of my friends at medical school.  Taking time out is not 'wasted time' - we return to training with new skills, new knowledge and new energy.  For me, research offers the opportunity to exercise a different part of my brain and I don't think it makes me a worse medical doctor (as discussed elsewhere in this blog).  For those who take time out to do short term clinical jobs in specialist areas, what they bring back to the table is hugely valuable.  In fact, I recently spoke to a friend who is now finding it difficult to be competitive in applying for a position outside her training programme because they have gone straight through without any time out.  I strongly feel that if the System closes its doors to these creative routes through medicine, those statistics of unfilled training jobs will only become more worrying.  

I am also part of a generation of doctors who has lived through this contract and NHS reorganisation fiasco.  And of course it's made me think about my priorities - because the system in which I work does not have time to worry about them on my behalf.  For me, having time to cycle, go for a run or play music are things that make a busy working life sustainable.  In the rotation I'm about to start, I got my rota a few weeks in advance, had a degree of choice over which rota I started on and I've already had some very precious annual leave approved.  They sound like little things, but they make me feel like a person with a life.  It's these little things that can make all the difference.  
Hopping from one job to the next...

So as Black Wednesday finds me, I'll be nervous to return full time to the clinical world and leave my cells for someone else to worry about.  My tips for new docs?  Gosh, I can't believe it's five years since it was my first day on the wards.  The top tips I'll be referring to myself are:
1) Ask a zillion questions over the first few days.
2) Learn how to do the basics! Prescribe things, request things - the actual LOGISTICS of doing these things are often the hardest!
3) Learn everyone's name - nurses, cleaners, HCAs, doctors - they are all friends you will need along the way.  

Wherever 'here' is for you this Black Wednesday, good luck - and remember everyone's had a 'first day' :) so be nice whichever side of it you're on!

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Why is Generalism not a more Valued Specialty?

When I describe what I do, even to other doctors, they'd probably say it was quite niche.  It's going to become even more niche as time goes on, as research takes me down a particular cancer subtype, even down a particular genetic route.  It's quite possible that when I'm a Consultant, many moons from now, I might only specialise in one or two cancer subtypes, and in the research world, my area of expertise might be reduced down to a very specific area of molecular biology.

One might call this 'Extreme Funnelling' in the sense that when I did my medical finals 5 years ago, I was still being examined and assessed as a doctor who could work in obstetrics, paediatrics, psychiatry or surgery.  During my first two years as a doctor I worked, amongst other things, in surgery and ITU.  Since starting core medical training, I still rotate through 'General Medical specialties', and, particularly when I'm on call, cross cover for a bunch of medical specialties.  But, all being well, after my next year of clinical work, I'll be predominantly working with cancer and nothing else as my training continues.  This is true of most of my friends who have ended up in the research world - they started off as generalists, and now subspecialise in things as diverse as veterinary neurology to paediatric epidemiology.

In complete contrast to me, my partner-in-crime is all about generalism and what I would consider the action-packed coal face of medicine.  He works in intensive, emergency generalism - specialising, if you like, in being a generalist - much like GPs or geriatricians.  And yet, he quite reasonably debates with me, why is it that most people who do research or are quoted as being 'world leading' or whatever, go on to subspecialise in something extremely narrow?  And why do we value that so highly over the actually far greater skill, and perhaps more promising challenge, involved with receiving someone in a heap and dissecting apart what's going on, making a diagnosis (or diagnoses) and initiating treatment?

I have to admit that this is a very good question.  Why do we end up in super-specialised areas of medicine?  For the wider world, obviously it's much more appealing to have one person who can deal with all the cases of rhabdomyosarcoma, a disease diagnosed in 100 children across the UK each year, who therefore knows how to manage such a rare and aggressive condition, versus a generalist who might see one or two across the span of their career.  But for the individual doctor, surely it becomes quite routine when that's all you see.  It's like calling a cardiologist to ask them to see your patient because they've had a heart attack - when that's all you ever see, heart attacks become pretty routine and samey.

'When I am old I will wear purple...' - graduating
as Members of the RCP with my two best pals from 
medical school. 
People say they specialise because they like the focus of dissecting apart a a particular problem or area, and exploring it in infinite detail, but a generalist might argue that this is exactly what they are doing, just from a broader start-point - and yet we seem to value it less.  If I had a pound for every time someone has asked me if I want to specialise or become 'just' a GP... as if being a GP is easy! Amongst medics we would say that being an average GP, much like anything else in life, is probably a manageable goal, but being a 'good' GP seems incredibly hard.  Balancing good clinical practice with pragmatism is not easy.  Teasing apart that benign-sounding chest pain from a pulmonary embolism or that slight foot drop with a brain tumour - or the patient who is dying at home and should be palliated in their own surroundings, versus the patient with a terminal illness who needs to be admitted to hospital to treat just their reversible chest infection - are just some of the challenges that spring to mind.  And those are just the clinical challenges, let alone the administrative ones!

I think the other issue with generalism is the associated clinical lifestyle.  Generalists - such as GPs, Emergency Doctors and Acute Medics - are increasingly dumped upon by everyone else.  That means working more evenings, more weekends, more night shifts, more scape-goating by the media, more pressure, more rota gaps, more late finishes.  I hear it gets better, but it's hard to believe that after years of being a junior doctor rotating through general specialties on intense rotas.  As such, people make other choices.

So why am I choosing a life of specialism?  Perhaps it's because I want to know 'everything' and the only way to get close to that is by exploring something in a lot of detail.  I like the idea of knowing the limits of my knowledge about something and knowing how I can tweak away at those limits.  I also want to influence the treatments and management strategies we use and make them better.  The only way to do that is to specialise. But it has made me think that a healthy dollop of generalism is fundamental to my future practice - something I reflected on a little last week as I attended my Royal College of Physicians graduation (membership of which required a mountain of further postgraduate exams on the *entire*, and thus very general, scope of clinical medicine!).

When discussing this, my partner and I also couldn't escape the importance of early formative experiences in making these sorts of career choices.  In many ways, the technical work and fast pace of intensive care, surgery or emergency medicine should completely appeal to me, and yet here I am, training as a cancer specialist.  I'm sure that's in no small part due to the cumulative effect of both positive and negative experiences both in and out of the hospital - one supportive registrar here, a dismissive consultant there - these things can make all of the difference.  Perhaps something for us all to remember as  we try to encourage those junior to us to consider following in our footsteps.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Imposter Syndrome

Well, exciting times folks.  We found something cool!  Well, I should say Gary the Cell started off something cool, which some clever colleagues of mine have transported into a very exciting discovery.  In short, the genetic mutation that is considered one of the earliest steps in the development of brain cancer might actually render brain tumours targetable by drugs that are currently used in patients with, for example, ovarian cancer.  This might transform the way we treat brain cancers.  Isn't that awesome?!

That's the good version of my 'clinician attempts to do science' story.  Clinician scientists have a unique role because we connect the patient world with that of lab bench land - this is often called 'Translational Science' because the aim is to 'translate' research findings from the lab into something of relevance and importance to patients. 

But man, it is not always easy.  When I was doing research in the USA, I was largely protected from the quandary of splitting yourself down the middle between two jobs because my type of visa meant I wasn't allowed to work clinically.  This year, I am predominantly doing oncology research; we're trying to understand what happens when cancers outgrow their blood supply.  This means that increasingly cancers adapt to survive without oxygen.  These 'low oxygen' parts of tumours are particularly resistant to treatment.  We're trying to capitalise on this cancer-unique situation so that we can develop new ways of reaching these untreatable parts of cancer.  But alongside that, I do a colorectal cancer clinic once a week under the supervision of an amazing couple of Professors - seeing patients on your own in such a specialised setting is ultimately what I hope to do for the rest of my career, but it's a huge responsibility that I take very seriously as well as enjoy a great deal.

Exciting stuff, but there's a reason why people spend 5-6 years at medical school or 6-7 years (if you count Bachelors/Masters/PhD degrees) at university to become a doctor of either medicine or science.  I often feel a bit like Bambi on ice trying to stay on my feet, and now that I'm doing research back in the UK, I have to keep my toe in the clinical world.

Can medical doctors be good doctors AND be good scientists?  Perhaps I'm not in the best position to judge.  I became a doctor because I love people, science and the interchange between the two, but I also think it's important to use that to see where the gaps and problems are and look towards solutions - which is where the science bit comes in.  But of course I don't know anywhere near as much about the science itself, or different scientific techniques, as people who have committed their entire career to the discipline.  It's something I sometimes feel guilty about because resources and funding are increasingly tough to come by and you want to know they're being used as efficiently as possible.  I'm also acutely aware that modern day drug discovery results in therapeutics often beyond the financial scope of even very wealthy countries, and that actually improving service provision and accessibility to existing therapies offers huge life saving opportunities.  Would my research skills be better used improving the utility and efficiency of what we've already got?

The worst and weirdest thing about splitting yourself between the two is that when you're doing one of them (say, clinical medicine), you worry that those with whom you do the other (science) think you're just having a wee break, and vice versa.  Certainly I sense from some of my doctor pals that I'm on a relaxed year of research.  Everyone (I think) knows how hard doctors work, but scientists are absolute machines with a phenomenal work ethic who, at a PhD and post-doc level have minimal job security and tough job prospects.  It's a privilege to be part of that and know that if your whole experiment goes down the pan, you can still sling a stethoscope round your neck and do another job that you also love.

I'm very lucky to have two completely different areas of professional interest that make my brain swizzle so much in completely different ways.  Perhaps feeling like a bit of an imposter in both is the trade-off - and perhaps a trade-off that will evolve over time.  Especially as it's only one part of the life jigsaw!

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

#openconmed - or - Open Access for doctors, medical students and associated interested parties!

Happy New Year, folks.  As I'm doing research at the moment, we were lucky to have a family filled festive season, although returning to work is somehow more painful after you've had two weeks off!

Walking in the wilderness of publishing...
Doctors are part of our own sort of family though, and nowhere was this more evident than in the inaugural OpenCon Community Call for Doctors and Medical Students at the end of last year.  When we started running OpenCon Community Calls in 2015, we hoped it would bring an amazing community of Open Access, Data and Education fanatics together between major events.  It's been a privilege to be part of this community of motivated, visionary researchers, librarians, students - people who believe that we can drive change in academic publishing. 

Doctors, and the medical profession as a whole, are often cited as being THE group who need access to publications.  Put simply, without access to research and review articles, we can't see the evidence which informs our clinical practice, which means we can't provide the highest quality care.  But my experience of being involved with the Open Access movement since my medical student days is that there's a major drop off in involvement once medical students become fully fledged doctors.  Where is the medical voice in Open Access? Most doctors I speak to have never heard of Open Access, and those that have are usually research types who have funding which, in the UK at least, increasingly requires publications to be published openly. 

Why is that?  When I explain to my doctor colleagues about Open Access, they agree that it's a big problem.  They've often just not thought about it before.  We're used to hitting pay walls.  Perhaps many/(most?) doctors, especially junior ones, rely on hospital protocols rather than looking for the evidence themselves, but one day these junior doctors will be senior ones.  Then, we'll be the ones making the protocols, the review summaries, the trends by which our junior doctors will practice.  What do we do then if we've never looked into things for ourselves?  And of course this problem is even more acute in the developing world, where walls are being hit left right and centre.  Why has this community not been more vocal then? Lack of time, I think!  When I'm working clinically, I feel like I'm firefighting to keep going - being a doctor is only 50% 'being a doctor' - the other 50% is audits, exams, portfolio.... etc etc.  There just isn't time.  There also isn't spare money to pay Article Processing Charges (APCs) to make things Open Access - as we're not funded by research bodies, if we publish something it's in our 'spare time' with our own funds. 

This community call was designed to bring this important group of people together.  I'll admit, I was a bit nervous.  I appreciate that it's quite daunting to talk to a group of strangers in person, let alone online.  But I needn't have worried - doctors are generally a chatty bunch! To start with, I was amazed by the geographical diversity of the participants.  New Zealand, Germany, USA, Benin, Kenya... to mention a few.  After some initial chatter about how the issue of Open Access affects us in our respective countries, we heard about some of the projects and workshops happening in various corners of the world.  It was great also to share tips and resources, such as PubMed Central and the Open Access Button.  So much great work is already happening out there, and it was the perfect opportunity to connect people who can help each other with policy and advocacy work, organising events and how to engage our local medical communities. 
We walk together, and we walk hopefully!

Some examples - we heard about a workshop where Public Health emergencies such as the Ebola Crisis were used as the basis for a discussion about Open Science in Global Health.  We heard about a Hack4Health event which aimed to bring the IT and health worlds together to synthesise digital solutions to the problem of open-ness.  There is amazing work happening all over the world and the message was always the same - we need more people to get involved, more ideas, more input.

You can check out the full minutes here - I left our call feeling heartened that there was an enthusiastic community out there, and we were creating a home for it together.  It is vitally important that those of us at the relative infancy of our medical careers see ourselves as game changers in the research and publishing world.  I'm excited to see where it takes us!

Thursday, 24 November 2016

The Third Thanksgiving!

A German Fall
Hello, lovely blog land!  Apologies for my absence.  It's been a little bit busy since last I scribbled - 'quelle surprise' I hear you cry!  I must admit, I've missed writing here - it's sort of a barometer of how crazy my life is if I have no time to write.  Dang! I thought I was getting better at work life balance!

Well, a few kilograms and brain cells lighter, perhaps November is actually a good time to take stock before the year's end and contemplate the last 12 months.  I don't (deliberately!) write a lot about my private life on this blog, but an important meeting today reminded me that it's actually OK for your Life to be a decision directioner.  Strangely, having the foundation of a truly content home life does throw a lot more balls in the air than I was expecting!  It's a source of hilarity to many of my friends that, as they enquire as to how many PhDs I've written/types of cancer I've cured/papers I've published since last we met, that my biggest achievement of 2016 has been to move in with a boy. Imagine!
When in doubt, find mountains

Professionally, my life has been peppered with the consequences of an NHS that has never been closer to the edge.  When I meet up with my university friends, it's clear we've come a very long way since we rocked up at medical school 10 years ago.  The 'tears at work' phase was probably one we thought we had traversed, but as people become more stretched, covering more patients with the same single pair of hands, my friends have seemingly endless tales of distress and despair.  Now we have all started specialty training, there is something even more daunting at looking down the barrel of five, six, seven or even eight more years of this onslaught and that's just to finish our training. I know that it's not much better for Consultants, despite what certain newspapers choose to write. 
An Oxfordshire Fall....

Frankly, I'm just a bit scared that I haven't got the stamina for it.  I've been enjoying working in a research lab, although recent exams mean I've been once more stretched to what me and those close to me can tolerate.  If I have failed these exams (as I'm expecting to have done), I am resolute in my plan to ride out this research year with no further exam distractions and find who my happy professional self is again. 

For me at least, having a joyful nest to come home to at the end of the day puts a real microscope on how precious your time is, both professionally and personally.  It also makes you think about the future and developing a happy, sustainable work situation.  My meeting today was with someone who successfully managed to combine messages of understanding at how difficult things are in the NHS, encouragement to get my shizzle together and motivation that I do have choices. 

...and a Yorkshire Winter...
I love being a doctor in the NHS, and I believe in the NHS, but it's hard to see something that you love being squashed.  All of the patients I saw on a recent evening in the Medical Assessment Unit were seen in temporary bays and were waiting in a room where others sat with drips running.  When I left my shift at around 10pm, there were about 5 ambulance crews already waiting to hand over to A and E, their patients waiting in trolleys in the doorway.  Amidst all of this madness, there's an army of junior doctors who are expected to 'train' around an NHS that is bursting at the seams.  Consultants are too stretched to address the training desert.  Going above and beyond is the standard required just to get through the working day, so there's none left to help with things like training and exams.
... with friends!

I don't want to complain without solutions, and am very excited to play (an extremely amateur) role in promoting, which is trying to motivate trainees from the bottom up to champion great training - because without great training, the NHS can have no future. 

My other solution for now is to love my laboratory research, heal myself a little and shore up the defences.  My meeting today, if anything, reminded me that the System still cares.  The System, in my case, is hugely embellished by my research interests.  I have no idea how my purely clinical colleagues are staying sane.  It's a shame but I fear the System is not going to be quite so robust in hospital land, so I'd best be ready for it when it finds me again. And, as I was reminded, having stepped out of the System for a while to do research in the USA, my mind is open to the world of possibilities out there, which makes me very lucky.  As a timely reminder of that, I will be celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend with some of the great folks I met out there.

Best quote from my meeting today: 'Life doesn't get more complicated, only richer'. 

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Sick of striking

Well now I'm really hacked off.

Striking, again?  Arguing, again?

As someone who can't strike (I'm doing research at the moment) I am somewhat spared the dilemma of every junior doctor in the UK of whether to go on strike or not - the relief is nonetheless palpable following the cancellation of the September strikes.  What I'm not spared is another round of pan-media debates of junior doctors on the one side being pushed and prodded to the end of reason with an ill-(/nil?)-funded plan for a 7-day NHS, and journalists/politicians/whoever-else-wants-to-have-a-go on the other side telling me about the immorality of doctors striking.

I am sick of it all.

I am really sick of the media circus that has this has become.  I am sick of people who do not spend their working days in hospitals telling me what my job as a junior doctor is like.  I am sick of people telling me that I lack vocation.  I am sick of people telling me it's about the money.  And I'm sick of what this is doing to the morale of my profession, and the far, far greater damage that is doing right now over anything else.  I probably wouldn't go on strike on this occasion, as is the feeling among most of the juniors I talk to, but that's not because we agree with the contract or are happy with how things are - there is just a feeling that the continuation of this argument is doing more harm than any anything else right now.

Ultimately, the effects of this will not be seen for another few years, but then it will not be salvageable.  The majority of junior doctors will see through their contracts, which are anything from two to eight years long (plus time out for research/babies/other), and then will simply apply to work elsewhere.  The real disasters will then be seen in the specialties that are already having a recruitment crisis - emergency medicine, acute medicine, obs and gynae - the truly out-of-hours specialties.  Rural areas that are already struggling hugely to retain any permanent staff will be in this situation across the board.  That isn't because people want to make a ton of cash.  It's because (according to Article 8 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights) having something that resembles a private and family life is a reasonable need.  Working every other weekend simply does not make that possible.  Covering rota gaps is not safe and it's soul destroyingly dangerous.  Your body does not function the same when it's working at 3am versus 3pm.  And year after year of appraisals, exams, moving hospitals, audits - these things also have to be squeezed in somewhere, and for what?

The bottom line is, if these anti-social specialties get any worse in terms of rota-gaps/training gaps/terrible rotas/antisocial hours, people will just move with their feet.  Departments, like the maternity department in the Horton Hospital in Banbury, where I used to work, will close.  Communities and MPs protest about the unfairness of this, but the problem is simple - jobs are advertised, and no-one applies - because there aren't enough doctors to apply for these jobs.  Perhaps whole hospitals will close.  The rubber band will have been stretched too far, leading to an irreparable snap.

As a half-German Junior Doctor, it's starting to feel a lot like this little country is none too keen to have me around any more - and I know I'm not the only one who feels like this has just become too miserable for words.  Come on, government, doctors, people of England.  Get it together and end this battle so the NHS can win the war.
That 'work-life balance' lark in action in the Brecon Beacons