Very few of us make enough time to sleep in our lives- even if we can. Almost all of us are sleep deprived. Of course some of us don't have any choice: people in health and emergency services, long-haul airline pilots, and families with young babies (especially if they sleep as little my son Toby did!).
I've instigated correspondences that went in this vein as often as, well, you, probably. They never go according to plan, do they? This idea that the receiver will read our concerns, humbled under the glow of new understanding, and rush to us with hugs, apologies and wine is ridiculous. And yet we can't help ourselves.
In the debate about antibiotic resistance it's often said that the implications are too big to get a handle on - people say it's something that should perhaps only concern scientists or politicians - but along with an absolutely justified call for global action there are personal stories and personal actions we must all take.
It was the week before Christmas. Whilst everyone else was getting ready for the festive season, scoffing mince pies and adorning themselves in Christmas jumpers and cheap sparkly tinsel, we were sitting in an NHS consulting room watching and feeling the bottom fall out of our world. Our picture perfect future crumbling into dust.
The words prejudice and discrimination place the spotlight back onto the person responsible. The shame is on them, as is the burden of responsibility for putting things right. These words make us reflect on our own behaviour and step up to the challenge of learning, understanding and changing for the better.