a taste of spring

My morning off, and I drive just outside town to climb a small hill. Conditions are as favourable as they have been for 4 months; at 10 degrees it is definitely the warmest day of the year.

For lunch I enjoy herring in dill cream sauce courtesy of Lidls. Mm.. lovely stuff!

I am interrupted midway through afternoon surgery by a doctor calling. I always take calls from doctors straight away, perhaps in the hope I will always be afforded the same privilege (I am not, by the way).

"This is Dr--, chief executive of the PCT disciplinary committee"

I quail for a moment. What have I done now? I think. But no, it is not about me, but about another member of staff they have just fired.

"We just thought you should be aware, as he's your patient, that some of the committee were rather concerned about his mental health when he left the tribunal"

Now I see. So they've sacked him, he isn't too pleased about it, so just in case he goes home and offs himself, at least they'll be able to enter into their records the fact that they informed the GP of their concerns. Cynical bastards.
"Do you want me to do anything?" I ask.
"No, just so you know what's happening"
I make the relevant entry in his notes, leave myself a note to mention it to my partners and leave it at that.

PS- I have heard nothing amiss regarding the bloke with what the students thought could have been a pulmonary embolism. I therefore assume he is still alive- and well.
PPS- nothing further about the complaint yet, either. But it is early days: complainants can go to ground for weeks before launching their next salvo.