Poems to help medics burn out in more interesting and reflective ways

>This collection is a deranged love letter to the profession of medicine and NHS as a whole, touching on all elements of the vibrant Multi-Disciplinary Teams our nation's greatest treasure is lucky enough to still enjoy. Should Humpty Dumpty have been referred to the neurosurgeons? What would happen if we put tapeworm eggs in inhalers? Who are the 'Feelingologists'? Where is the worst place to get shingles? Can a poem be written about hyponatraemia? Some of these questions are addressed, in this collection of 65 poems, intended for doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and the myriad of allied health professionals working in communities and hospitals. They were written by a doctor, battered by the trials of a medical career, who shares some of his mandated reflections. Names and events have been altered, imagined and contrived. Humpty Dumpty was not in fact operated on by horses, consultancy firms have not in fact (to the author's knowledge) suggested paying NHS staff in oxycodone, and no NHS trusts (to the author's knowledge) actually accept referrals for the assessment of the legally dead. This book does not guarantee positive outcomes for those experiencing burnout, and screaming in a state of significant undress in a place of work is cautioned against. It is said that laughter is the best medicine. Physicians: heal thyselves. > There was no doubt that this poor man was mad, but there is something in the madness of this man which interests me