Now I catch myself wondering about our little rituals of hope; those routine things that we do to invest in the future and safeguard us from the past or our nightmares.
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Faith of our Fathers
Any account of my stay in the hospital would not be complete without relating my encounter with a saint. Paddy managed to get the worst bed in the room; next to Vinny on the one side and a broken radiator on the other. He had rented a television and his son had brought him in … Continue reading Faith of our Fathers
St. James’s Tweets its Fear of a Viral
Yesterday I blogged about it being a year since St. James’s Hospital told me that I would have to wait six months until it could perform surgery on my tailbone area to remove an ugly and painful pilonidal sinus. This is an infection which if left untreated can have serious and life threatening consequences, and … Continue reading St. James’s Tweets its Fear of a Viral
The Public Health Service is the Greatest Threat to my Life
Today is the anniversary of my visit to Mr. Brian Mehigan. Over a year ago I presented myself to a GP on O’Connell Street and informed him that I had diagnosed myself with Pilonidal Disease. Dr. Matthew McConville listened as I explained how I had discovered an open sore in my tailbone cleft and that … Continue reading The Public Health Service is the Greatest Threat to my Life
