Diary of a GP 23: Freecycle Friendships, Jazz, and Missed Connections

After the conference ended, I spent the rest of my weekend visiting old friends and old haunts in Glasgow. I lived in the Southside — vibrant, raw, full of diversity and creativity. Its wide range of cultures express themselves through delicious, unpretentious cafes and restaurants. In parts, the Southside borders on urban decay, but there’sContinue reading “Diary of a GP 23: Freecycle Friendships, Jazz, and Missed Connections”

Diary of a GP 12: Touch Down

Back to ma clinic. Vienna was a joy. Elegant. Magnificent. Organised. Culturally sophisticated.I walked the city snapping photos like it was a museum — and then stepped into museums within the museum. The Kunsthistorisches — unfortunately named, but deeply inspiring. I wandered palaces, absorbed the atmosphere. Travelling is invigorating. Saskia was so humble, kind, andContinue reading “Diary of a GP 12: Touch Down”

Diary of a GP 7: A non-stop day

Duncan, the 22-year-old whose relatives and friends keep dying around him, is back. I can’t believe it. His grandfather fell and is now paralysed. He keeps having panic attacks—one triggered during his therapist’s consultation, another when his mildly abnormal blood results set off his health anxiety. He’s coping quite well despite this. Recently, he spentContinue reading “Diary of a GP 7: A non-stop day”

Diary of a GP 6: From Dialysis to Digestives

I had a terrible night’s sleep. I drove in to work instead of cycling as I’m heading to London after work- I’ve got parties to party at. By parties, I mean my Goddaughter’s birthday celebration on Sunday. Terrible traffic on my way in. I called my mum—she and Dad are back from their holiday. TheseContinue reading “Diary of a GP 6: From Dialysis to Digestives”