… and so, You are determined to make a scientist out of me. But why? Why… I am not the right ‘design’, you see. I don’t fit in’. I’d rather read a poem. All I’ve ever wanted is to be a therapist, maybe a singer, possibly a writer – but not a Cochrane reviewer, writing protocols, systematic reviews and breath-taking meta-analyses… Don’t get me wrong, it’s an honour, I want, I So want to do it RIGHT… but… I feel blinded by science. Literally.
