Blog followers may recall that I swapped my baby clinics so I would avoid the one next week which I would have to have done without my nurse's assistance. Today's clinic was remarkably quiet and notable only for the appearance of one of my troupe of alcoholic patients.
He turns up, interestingly, in an ambulance, which he had called earlier. He had refused to let them take him to hospital, but somehow had persuaded them to bring him to my surgery. He is preceded by the ambulance man, who tells me that he had told them he had earlier called a taxi to take him to the local offy to secure his booze supply! When the man himself plumped himself down in the patient's chair I can tell you I was not best pleased with his performance that day, and told him so in no uncertain terms.
"What were you expecting me to do for you today" was a question I asked him repeatedly, but got no coherent answer- hardly surprising in view of his state of almost terminal intoxication.
"OK then doc, could you at least give me your arm while I get up? I'm not too perky on my pins at the moment"
"No, I'm sorry, I can't help you there, I'm afraid. I've got a bad back myself and I don't want to risk it"
He did, however manage to struggle to his feet by his own efforts and get to the waiting room where I did do him the small favour of summoning a taxi on his behalf -though not paying for it; that would be a bridge too far.
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