Got up before 10 and was able to do my "city hill walk" before the rain started coming down in stair rods, which it then proceeded to do all day.
In surgery this afternoon, which went on for over 3 1/2 hours, I mentioned to 1 patient that I was writing short stories, to which he responded that he had actually won a national competition with a story just 800 words long (my shortest is 6,500, the longest over 12,000)I would have liked to chat for longer, but the procession of "worried well" as the media (though not doctors, by the way) calls them was beginning to back up alarmingly. It is so frustrating that I have so many charming, witty and high-achieving people on my list, yet I am forever barred from knowing them any better than the 10 minutes every now and then allowed to me. I learnt a long time ago the perils of making friends of patients: it all goes OK until they get ill- then it gets all too complicated.
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