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The Walking Wounded

They are waiting, their worlds torn apart. The door bangs shut. Waste, inefficiency. They cling to each other, truth binds them. The broken arm, the foot held in plaster, the kindly neighbour, the devoted carer. Stystems fall apart. Burdened by busyness. Who will help the walking wounded? More waiting rooms expect them in. Drowned out … Continue reading