I HATE Being On Call

Saturday, 27th September

I hate patients who get arsey about appointment times.  They wouldn't try it on with orthopaedic surgeons, so why do it to us?  Having to do a routine Saturday morning list on call is bad enough.  Then they don't FUCKING TURN UP.  Went to the Nelsons for a barbeque this afternoon, which was fun.  Camilla, Xanthe and I took a trip to 'Little Manila,' just a few metres from their front door.  Here there are loads of tiny Filipino supermarkets, packed to the gunnels with exciting, exotic food.  Much of this is crammed with colourants, resulting in extraordinarily improbable food colours.  But you can find the odd gem.  Wasabi peanuts... Heaven.  And a packet of frozen banana leaves for future use.

My entire day is ruined, by losing to Hull, 1-2.  Thank God we decided to give the trip to The Emirates a miss.

Sunday, 28th September

Got up stupidly early for a Sunday to finish the work backlog, before going to see my Dad.  I am at the end of my tether with this work, and have the worst tennis elbow, from holding the dictaphone.  I am awarding myself a couple of days off, for it to settle down.  I spent the afternoon figuring out how to access my OU photography course, and got through a fair bit of the first session.  The boys won 7- 4, against the confusingly named - Where My Pitch Is At.  Whom I think should be called - Smack My Pitch Up.  My bright idea of locking off the camcorder so I didn't have to stay and watch the match, was crap.  Unusable footage from a static viewpoint.  What was I thinking?  The highlight of the evening was seeing some of the boys behave in a quite unreconstructed manner, after Gary's revelation that he plucks his eyebrows, and Veets everything else.

The children eschewed our company tonight, to spend the evening with Ali, Leo and Victoria.

Monday, 29th September

Just two patients today.  Bliss!  This allowed me to spend much of the day sorting out the Sony eReader, and the ultra-rugged waterproof, drop-proof, and freeze-proof, camera.  I was tempted to put it in the freezer to check.  Took the kids shopping after school, which is like trying to sit on a pile of marbles.  Just when you think you have everything under control, they go clattering all over the floor again.

The usual suspects got together for our Mixology class at Bluebird.  We were plied with just as much alcohol as we could manage, and genuinely learnt a lot.  Hopefully everone's memory was intact at that point.  So it was a fairly noisy six-some that turned up at The Big Easy.  The waiter suggested that I should have the all-you-can-eat barbeque.  I even accepted a bib.  I am not sure how many racks of ribs we got through in total, but it was a lot.  Especially if the state of my fingernails is anything to go by.

Tuesday, 30th September

Tackled the To Do Box Box, and, apart from finishing my tax return, I think I cracked it.  Nevertheless, I am still stuck with a sneaking suspicion that I haven't achieved a lot.  No real life patients today, just paper and electronic ones.  Virtual patients.  I finished everything in session 1, except the assignment, including spending several hours sorting and classifying photos.

My new nano turned up this morning and very sexy it is too.  Fluffy can have my old red one.  Recession, what recession?  If the US government won't spent it's way out, I'll just have to do it myself.