I feel slightly awkward in my own blogspace these days. It’s been whizzy-fun checking my blogstats, especially after Dr Crippen larged me up two weeks in a row, but he described me as a medical blogger, and I’m not. I’m passionate, but not medical.
My original foray into medical blogging was because I had things to day that no-one else was saying at the time. I wanted to explain MMC to those who weren’t affected, and cast some light on MTAS for those who were. I’ve done that. The West Midland Surgeons, may their scalpels always be sharp, awoke the national press into the realisation that it is about having fewer specialist trainees and not just about another NHS computer cock-up.
I feel I’ve done what I can usefully do. Others are closer to events and better informed. I have – since I can never resist using jargon – stopped providing any value-add. And I have stuff to say about other things anyway.
I do have a couple of MMC-related posts brewing. One is an explanation of why I believe that the architects of MMC and of MTAS should resign, but I need to check a couple of references for that one first. The other compares medical careers before and after Ms Patronising Hubris got her fingers on them, but I’m not publishing that one until I’ve worked “post-modern” in as a decent pun. I have no doubt there’ll be others when some other aspect of this lunacy strikes me.
You see, the tagline of this blog is “danger of eclectic shock”. The dictionary defines “eclectic” as “made up of or combining elements from a variety of sources”. In days so long gone I hope you don’t remember them, there used to be a small advertisement in the newspapers asking if you were “worried about your butterfly mind”.
I miss it, and would rather like it back, please.