We all know cataract surgery is no big deal. We refer patients all the time, reassuring them, reappraising them and sharing their delight when it all goes well, right?
There doesn't seem much point in bluffing it these days – the audience is a bit more limited and most of my mob know the script. It’s a shame, as I quite enjoyed the pretend years, shuffling around tentatively, wielding the cane like a staff of office and quietly enjoying muttered asides like, “It’s
There is a well-understood narrative for the history of humanity. It describes how we made our way from the Stone Age to Instagram and all of those small miracles we take for granted: the computer in our pocket, the satellites we put in space, the digital clocks on our appliances that blink ‘00:00’,
I may have mentioned it before, but I am getting on a bit, and the use-by date is creeping into consideration. I've suspected for some time that I will soon join the 'total blindies’, and once that happens there's a risk of feeling isolated. I'm not wired to be a Champagne Charlie, but ending up as
The creation of Health New Zealand meant expectations were high for the Digital Health Leaders conference in Wellington from 5-6 September. Stuart Bloomfield, the new health authority’s acting head of data and digital, said it was an opportunity for a once-in-a-generation transformation to a single
Social media is always super excited to let me know about clever new technology. The latest recommendation is the Laundry Jet, a domestic revolution in a tube! Tired of walking to the laundry? A vacuum-powered laundry chute whisks away your dirty T-shirts and socks from any room with a Laundry Jet p
Glaucoma prevalence in New Zealand is increasing as our population ages, and the country’s public health system is bursting at the seams with the burden. Over the past two decades, various initiatives have evolved to try and tackle this problem head on, but are they making a difference?
I remember when I first looked through a kaleidoscope; it was a magical thing that you pointed towards the light, rotated the end piece and all the shapes and colours exploded. I reckon my brain's going a bit like that.
The first time I heard about a monster bike ride from Cape Reinga to Bluff, I was in the doctor’s surgery. My GP was wiry, a keen bike rider, a role model. He and half a dozen friends were about to set off on a mighty fundraising adventure, riding the length of the country in honour of a mate who ha
"The nothing that is not there and the nothing that is" Wallace Stevens
There is a lot to be grumpy about in our industry.
In our village there has been a sign in the hair salon window for a long while now: ‘Senior stylist wanted’. The first one was printed off in the usual fashion on an A4 sheet of paper and taped up in
