Calligraphitis

callig

The LITFL team call upon the wider academic cardiological community to fund research into the under-diagnosed conditions of ‘calligraphitis’ or literary heart syndrome and the positive electropenogram

The Ballad of Eric’s Prostate

LITFL yfront thumb 150

The Ballad of Eric’s Prostate starts with an unusual finding hidden inside a patient’s jocks…

Green and Gold Malaria

I travelled across Australia last week by air from Perth in Western Australia to Cairns in the far north of Queensland.

The man from Snowy River meets the 4 hour rule

snowy river

The Man from Snowy River or The Man that is intellectually disabled, violent, and age inappropriate for a Nursing Home…challenges the 4 hour rule in South Australia

Disclaimer

silence

Silence closes in and quiets the din, of all the noise that sound employs to expose the lie one tries to hide of ineptitude within

The Tunneler

tunneler

I can’t escape its screeching cries,
Its siren serpents scorching eyes.
It draws me deep into the neath,
Below the wretches of the heath.

A Piece of My Mind – When You Come Into My Room

God Shuffled His Feet

It can be easy to lose sight of the reasons why we provide our time; why we strive to extend our knowledge base; and why we stretch our waking hours to accomodate those requiring assistance. Our daily mantra needs to include re-centralisation and a grounded abstinence from self-glorification…answers to clinical problems may lie in medical management, surgical intervention and pharmacological intervention, but we must never forget the power of empathy – a drug underutilised in modern medicine

Fighting the Rust

Wreck

Human health, like everything under (and around) the sun, is subject to the relentless progress of entropy. Ice melts, iron rusts, people age and die. Nothing in medicine changes the fact that our overall mortality rate is always 100%. BitingTheDust’s ‘Wreck of the Week’ is a potent visual reminder of this unchangeable law of the universe.

St. Crispin’s Day in ED

Ever started a night shift in the emergency department and felt like you were a hapless conscript at Agincourt on St. Crispin’s day, about to be run down by an army of charging knights? Have you seen fear and powerlessness in the eyes of your colleagues, overwhelmed by the carnage around them and the disarray that surrounds them? If only you had the words to invigorate the team and urge them to battle on…

Little Willie the Poisoner

Perhaps you know Little Willie the Poisoner?

Willie poisoned his father’s tea;
Father died in agony.
Mother came, and looked quite vexed:
“Really, Will,” she said, “what next?!”…