The other day I noticed my new senior partner had ordered new letterheading- sans my name. It felt a bit strange being written out of history like this. I know I retired last year, but I am still a partner, albeit a lowly salaried one. Last year I worked nearly 150 sessions for the practice, plus many patients have expressed great relief that I have not bowed out of the practice altogether, which eventuality would have resulted in their leaving the practice for pastures new.
So I wrote my partner expressing in very carefully chosen words my desire to be included on the letterheading, even if in lower casing than the full partners. Yesterday she conceded she may have committed an oversight and will include my name on the next batch. Result!
Today I went out and scored a tiny safe for use by my mum's carers. Another step in acknowledging my mum's increasing mental disability, it was not an easy thing to do. But we have already been down this rod with my FiL, who, incidentally, has now taken to peeing, not just in our kitchen on Christmas Day (qv) but almost anywhere when the feeling strikes him, including right in front of his carers. They, to their credit, remain sanguine about the whole thing. I take my hat off to them.
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