Phelps, Cher, weird weather and the power of collective action in the age of social media – By Groany Jones

Hi all, there haven’t been many wonderposts of late. Brooke has been working and grieving, as previously posted. Apparently she is soon to receive payment for some 160 hours of overtime accrued over six weeks! Now if that does not inspire wonder (and horror)! I worked 11 days straight and spent the last three days of that week crashing and burning. And some of those days were only 4hrs long, then on call. So I don’t know how people do it!

Overall, I am feeling rather more resilient and cheerful simply because the days are longer and warmer. I walk home in the sunshine, what bliss!

Well- it is mostly warmer. The weather does seem a bit haywire, with cold days in spring and hot days in winter. Is this attributable to climate change? Apparently this is difficult to predict (as opposed to lot major weather events, like cyclones and droughts). But our farmers, especially in Queensland, will likely struggle through drought conditions a more often in the future and we are likely to notice a drop in rainfall, even here in Sydney.

Some incredible things have been happening lately, as many of you are likely aware!

For one, the traction #docs4change has gained on getting kids off Nauru! How much we can achieve if we work together! The work of Drs Crammond and Townsend spearheading this has been inspirational. Read the open letter to Scott Morrison here and contact the email docs4nauru@gmail.com if you want a carefully prepared email template to send on to your federal member!

I mean, we have to get them ALL off Manus and Nauru, not just the kids. It is kind of ridiculous. As illustration, Behrouz Boochani’s recent tweets:

Similarly, I had presumed Behrouz Boochani’s book, No Friend But the Mountains, had been well publicised and must be soaring up the best sellers list. However, discussions with Brooke made me realise it may not be well known outside a specific niche. The book was written text by text from Manus prison, then painstakingly translated from Farsi to English and documents his day to day experience in eloquent, poetic style. Please read it, please share it with your friends. The key to changing minds and hearts is re-humanising these people in the collective psyche.

And can you believe what has been happening in Wentworth! We have a progressive, lesbian female ex- president of the AMA in australian parliament! Let us hope she lives up to expectations and that she signals a shift away from climate denial, “it is ok to be white”, personality politics and other such tortures we have been subjected to of late. If you, like me, are keeping up in the mins before the next patient or whilst catching a toilet break, here is an excellent interview.

Is this all a little too intense? Here is are some photos of my ridiculous outfit going to Cher. Does anyone else dress in theme to concerts? Noone else seemed to get the memo at this one…

Also a wonder: that she can dance, sing and look so slim and fit at 72. She must be blessedly free from severe OA of the knees and hips and frozen shoulder!

And here are some shots of the brilliant spring flowers (addendum: thank goodness for rhinocort).

I also loved this image which is doing the rounds at the mo…

It’s raining in Alice

Locals tell me if you see the Todd River flood twice, you’ll stay in Alice. I’m getting a bit nervous about this, given that we’ve had two big storms in the last few days. Rain here is a marvel, the sort of thing that people pause what they’re doing and run outside to ensure it’s not our imaginations. It’s raining right this minute and, unlike with the torrential downpours I’ve seen in Sydney, I’m smiling ear to ear seeing this rain fall. When was the last time the simplest of things made you smile?

In news this week:

There’s a travelling film festival in Alice at the moment. Yesterday, I went to see The Square, a puzzling, completely baffling movie about an artsy idea and a guy getting his wallet and phone stolen. If you enjoy being completely perplexed by 2.5h in the cinema, this movie is for you.

In interesting articles:

There seems to be a case of too much fructose.

Sometimes, if you have a dream and a plan, anything is possible. This gentleman from Ghana made it to the Winter Olympics despite many obstacles.

A story of getting lost only to find things we weren’t looking for.

What colour is a tennis ball?

Where’s your sense of numbers?

There’s your weekly post! Let us know if there’s anything you want to see more of, or if there’s something you’re keen on sharing!

A year in the life (of Groany Jones) – “I read the news today. Oh Boy.” #registrarlyf #dailyexperience

2017 begun in Cambodia, awaiting an ultimately disappointing sunrise at 04:30am outside Ankhor Wat. The year of the rooster: bad luck and mishap were in store for me, my family, my lovers (or lack of), my career… apologies in retrospect to any 4th to 10th cousins who suffered mishap this year. To ward away bad celestial omens I obtained a blessing from a monk in the Ankhor Wat carpark and the orange and yellow bracelet still hangs over my bed. So was my year a giant pile of dung or can I see positives, despite Trump, Dutton, government sanctioned refugee torture and a marriage equality survey etc?

Prior to spending the first 2 days of the Christmas long weekend napping, I would have said – the horoscopes are true! Grumble, grumble, trudging with heavy feet. I was so burnt out. My bad attitude stunk. I held off writing, since I didn’t want to air my toxicity. Would that be useful for anyone? At the same time, if I wrote from a cruise boat on the Caribbean I would have scoffed burn out, neverrrr. I am invincible! Internship, breezed through. BPT, scoffs, cinch. From a happy medium, I admit my year has been full of work. I saw my parents twice. I have seen my good friends about once each. Also, what love life? A disastrous somewhat expensive matched speed dating trial?!

When I reflect, I can see why I am exhausted. I wrote 40 presentations in ten months. I worked with a team of workaholic consultants, who tended to ward round late, at times past 8pm. (Once my consultant rounded till 11:30pm, but I made an excuse and left hours earlier). Meetings were after hours, so even on a good week I would leave between 1-2 hours late 2 days per week. I did not claim overtime. As an advanced trainee I would have to claim directly from my head of department and supervisor, who would DEFINITELY remember me and how much I cost the department. A silly roster meant that between the five of us, if we all took our ados and covered for the Fridays when BPTs transitioned from 4 week days to a week of nights (then only had two days off before restarting days #wtf), we would be short staffed between 1-2 days per week. Add in the usual difficult work dynamics: a consultant who is chronically unhappy with you, several devastating cases, mistakes and sharp learning curves (we treated a patient as psychogenic who had a huge frontal meningioma. She nearly died!) and dreadful patient interactions (a patient with pseudoseizures who said, I must refrain from talking about her seizures, as I was ONLY a trainee). In summary I am exhausted and I comfort ate myself 6kg fatter.

Yet, I started a website with some friends, with at least middling success (next year we shall gain more followers and get more submissions from you folk, I am certain!). I participated in a minor way in the NSW health JMO wellbeing forum and, whilst institutions change as fast as a rock erodes, things seem hopeful. I discovered Roxane Gay and Discworld, Terry Pratchett- so hilarious! Gods smashing atheist windows. A disc world held up by a giant turtle and elephants! I ran the city to surf. I saw SIA. Many colleagues, especially surgeons and those working and prepping for exams have had a worse 2017. AND NOW we are working together to make medicine better for us all! Here is a meme and a handy picture of nutella, as a random sample of my 2017 experience. Let’s hope the horoscopes are in my favor for 2018. The year of the dog… well dogs are nice?