Probably should have stayed home today. Half way through surgery i went into a spasm of coughing and hawking right in front of the patient and student. The former took it in his stride; the latter, spied out of the corner of my eye, stared goggle-eyed in horror as I spluttered fit to burst. It took a good couple of minutes to regain my composure.
At lunchtime, over sandwiches of such gargantuan proportions they could have fed half Port-au-Prince for a week, the bi-monthly practice meeting of partners and practice manager. She has her usual list of things-that-must-be-done, re-decorating, new blinds, replacing the carpet in the waiting room (it gets an immense amount of wear, it must be said)replacing the phone system (it is over 15 years old)with one of those where a voice gives you a list of options: I hate them but there's no denying it liberates the receptionists for other duties, and so on almost endlessly, to the point where the responsibility weighed on me with such crushing force I simply wanted to run away and seek the security of my well loved, and well used, sofa.
But with my chest in its current condition I wouldn't have got very far. I am so looking forward to my retirement next year. I know I will no longer be the captain of the ship, but right now the prospect of simply being a part-time assistant seems awfully attractive.
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