@pcooke06@JuneFairhurst Great video. I remember many a coach trip to away game when his fingers kept going like that while he was trying to sort his tactics book out!
They are not just 97 people. They are not just the 97.
They are mates, dads and lads, couples, parents, sons and daughters. They are people, loved and cherished.
Every one of the 97 people who died at Hillsborough has a story. Never Forgotten.
Our thoughts on this significant and poignant day, as always, are with all those affected by the tragedy at Hillsborough and we pause in memory of the 97 fans who will never be forgotten.
@LentersTim@hjluks And it’s hard for those of us who treat these patients who arrive in clinic having been told they “need” surgery. The vitriol we receive from some patients is off the charts when you tell them what they need to hear… not what they want to hear…
@Bratto90@ConnorOn95@LivEchoLFC He had penthrox for a partial amputation of his thumb. Penthrox is a powerful anaesthetic gas used in field and sports medicine. You try walking after having it.
We have a guy at my firm. Let’s call him David. David is a senior manager, always the first to crack a joke, buys the team lunch on Fridays, and dresses impeccably. A true "stand-up guy" who seems to have his entire life figured out.
But nobody knew that for the past 8 months, David has been going home to a completely empty 1-bedroom apartment, sleeping on a single mattress on the floor. His colleagues just assume his family relocated abroad. The truth? Family court stripped him of everything.
He spent 12 years breaking his back to build a beautiful home for his wife and two daughters. When the marriage crashed, the court ordered him out to "maintain stability for the kids." He left with just a suitcase. Now, he pays the rent for that big house, plus their school fees, while struggling to feed himself.
But the money isn't even the worst part. It’s the crippling silence. David went from waking up to his daughters jumping on his bed every morning, to having to negotiate with his ex for a 5-minute WhatsApp video call. He was legally demoted to an "every other weekend" uncle.
Men are carrying mountains of grief and hiding it behind office banter and hanging out with the boys. David sits at the lounge with the guys after work, laughing and buying drinks. But when he drives home, he sits in his parked car for an hour in the dark just to cry before facing his empty apartment.
Society has convinced us that a man's heartbreak over losing his family isn't valid. We expect them to lose their homes, their daily access to their kids, and their peace of mind, and just show up to work on Monday in a suit like nothing happened.
Check on your strong male friends. The system is breaking them in half, and they are bleeding out in absolute silence.
Family court doesn't just divide assets, it breaks a man’s spirit.
Imagine working your entire life to build a safe, warm home for your family, only to be legally evicted from it and reduced to a "guest" in your own children’s lives. The silent torture men go through is deafening.
One day you are tucking your kids into bed, waking up to their noise, and being their everyday hero. The next, a stranger in a robe sits in a cold courtroom and decides you are only allowed to see them four days a month. You are forced to schedule your fatherhood around a piece of paper.
You are told to pack a bag, leave the house you poured your sweat into, and rent a quiet, empty apartment. Suddenly, you are working twice as hard to pay child support and alimony, literally funding a family home you are no longer welcome in, while eating dinner alone in silence.
The most heartbreaking part is the Sunday evening drop-off. Putting your kids back in their mother's car, pasting a brave smile on your face, and then sitting alone in your parked car, gripping the steering wheel while the silence of your empty life crushes your chest.
And society expects him to just "man up" and take it. If a mother cries over missing her kids, she gets a village of support and endless empathy. If a father breaks down because he has been reduced to a paycheck and a weekend visitor, he is told to get over it and move on.
We have to start acknowledging the silent graves family courts dig for men's mental health. A father's love is not less valuable. He is a parent, not just a financial sponsor.
@hjluks@marklaslett_NZ I tell all my juniors to blind themselves to any investigation findings taken prior to a complete subjective and objective assessment. Human nature will mean you will try to fit the findings to the symptoms rather then develop a working hypothesis.
The irony I find myself returning to is that MRI technology has not made us better diagnosticians. It has, in many cases, made us worse ones, because the image is so concrete and the language of the report so authoritative that it takes deliberate effort to resist anchoring to it.
When the MRI arrives before the history is fully taken, the finding shapes what questions get asked and which ones don't. Bias abounds throughout the encounter.
The encounter organizes itself around what the scanner found rather than what the patient experienced, and that is very difficult to undo once it has happened.
Don't look at the scans first... the basics matter. Take a history... confirm it with an exam, then see if the MRI findings make sense in the same context.