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The year: 2011. A young #Pharmacist, career-focussed, is part of a thriving business. She stands on her own two feet.
The encouragement & support from her parents is all she needs. They've always supported her. Nothing can shake her resolve. Can it?
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One Saturday morning she rushes down the stairs to get ready for work.
The sound hits her first.
It’s guttural. Choking. Someone can’t breathe.
She’s bleary-eyed from the long workdays, 6 days a week.
She’s not complaining. It’s necessary
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Jul 5, 2020 • 22 tweets • 6 min read
I know the point at which the caller broke down and cried.
I was there, and I heard it all.
It was during my second call, to conclude on a grim possibility of Methotrexate overdose in a very sick child.
Multiple co-morbidities.
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Its 7.45pm - I'm due to leave at 8pm. I hope.
It’s never happened of course.
I feel a little mentally drained, I sip my cold coffee and wince.
Must get that thermal mug I keep promising myself.
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May 17, 2020 • 9 tweets • 3 min read
I truly adore my #elderly patients. I will go to the ends of the earth to help them.
Probably because they all remind me of my grandparents.
I lost mine by the time I was born and then in my late teens.
Today a 96-year old had suffered 4 days...
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before he owned up to swallowing difficulty with his abx for his cellulitis.
He has private carers who gave him all the “well let’s try this” advice.
Today he felt he needed someone who knew a little more than the carers.
We spoke about his legs, they were getting better.
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