Pseudocyst

The adventures and life of a Specialist Nurse in Upper GI and Bariatric surgery. If you then double and triple this by having a primary school age child AND being married to another Nurse then you have double the trouble….aehm I mean fun. Hobbies are playing chess, board games and being taxi for our son!!!

Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this blog are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  • Disclaimer No horns, tyres, boilers, neighbours, school-attendance officers, wizards or sautéed mushrooms were harmed in the writing of this blog. Any resemblance to real NHS admin piles is tragically accurate. There are weeks that glide along gently, offering moments of reflection, calm productivity, maybe even time for a proper cup of tea.And then there was Read more

  • Disclaimer The following reflections are entirely my own and do not represent Somerset NHS Foundation Trust, the Upper GI service, or the F1 who mistook potassium for paracetamol that one time. Any resemblance to real persons—living, rotating, or attempting to clerk on pace—is purely coincidental. No F1s were harmed in the making of this blog, Read more

  • Disclaimer The following Galactic Cruise review contains no clinical advice, no NG-tube placement guidance, no pathway for biliary sepsis, and absolutely no reference to whether the patient has passed stool today.Any resemblance between booking a cruise liner and booking an NHS theatre list is purely coincidental. Unlike our elective Upper GI lists, the ships in Read more

  • Disclaimer This blog contains scenes of mild board-game addiction, unsolicited excitement over cardboard, and casual name-dropping of board-game personalities. Viewer discretion advised, especially if you think Monopoly counts as a modern board game. It’s that time of year again — the annual migration of the cardboard-obsessed herds toward the sacred halls of the Taunton Holiday Read more

  • Disclaimer This blog contains mild sarcasm, tennis-parent angst, and descriptions of U9 line-calling behaviours that may cause involuntary eye-rolling. No actual children were harmed, only a few parental blood-pressure readings. A Slight Change of Plans… Because Of Course This weekend’s original plan was: relax, recover, maybe do absolutely nothing.But then the weekly email from the Read more

  • Disclaimer No children were emotionally harmed beyond the usual tournament-related character building. Opinions expressed are mine. The LTA does not endorse tears, McFlurries as coping mechanisms, or parents whispering “just swing through the ball for the love of god” into sports hall air. After the “glorious” success at the last U9 Grade 3 in Taunton Read more

  • Disclaimer This blog describes the strategic containment of imaginary global pandemics performed by 24 adults in a Holiday Inn function room on a Friday evening. No actual clinical guidelines were followed. No CPD points were gained. Any resemblance to real infection control practice is coincidental and, in several cases, deeply concerning. Last night was the Read more

  • Disclaimer This blog entry represents my personal thoughts, reflections, confusions, questionable life choices, and general observations on board gaming. It does not represent the views of: – the Holiday Inn – the World Health Organization – local pandemic preparedness teams – any board game publishers – or Stephen, who is probably already stressed enough. No Read more

  • Disclaimer This post may contain traces of sarcasm, mild exaggeration, and leftover holiday smugness. Any resemblance between the author and a functioning adult is purely coincidental. No Aldi trolleys, tennis balls, or board-game meeples were harmed in the making of this post. Side effects may include eye-rolling, spontaneous laughter, and the urge to check if Read more

  • Disclaimer No safeguarding officers, blood donors, or hairdressers were harmed in the making of this blog Tomorrow officially marks the start of my short holiday — a grand total of four and a half days, which in NHS time feels like two hours and a nap. My wife has already been off since last Friday Read more