Thursday #84 – this Thursday kicked
off with a Humphreys reunion of sorts when my first patient of the
day was The Ex-Cop. I wasn't overly joyed about this as he hadn't
been my favourite colleague at the big H but I put my game face on
and got through the hour appointment. Why is it that the patients I
don't want to see always have the longest appointments? It wasn't
that bad in the end as turns out he's only a douche at work when he
thinks he knows best, but in this environment where I am quite
clearly the expert compared to him, he generally accepted what I told
him, which made for a nice change.
At lunch I went on a mission to find a
dress for graduation. The info pack they had sent us had me
wondering what I could wear that would possibly be appropriate for
the “joyful...formal...solemn” occasion all while factoring in
that this unusually warm May weather will probably end by the time
grad rolls around in June. I found a dress reasonably quickly and
made an uncharacteristically quick decision for me and bought it.
After lunch I had a few patients before
my usual quiet afternoon with an hour break at 3pm. My last patient
of the day was another former Humphreys colleague. Unlike The
Ex-Cop, The Barefooted Cards Hippy was unaware that her appointment
was with me. She seemed genuinely shocked (and fair enough) as she
enquired “are you an eye doctor now?” Never one to dispute the
doctor title I nodded along that yes I was indeed.
After work I headed home to DTM and his
persistent question: “what do you want to do tonight?” I
explained that after a pretty raging week thus far (The Seekers
concert on Monday night with The Marge – they may be 70 but they've
still got it, Insight
audience taping on Tuesday night – pretending I understood all the
talk of North Korea while appearing on live TV was exhausting, and
Ironman 3 at IMAX on Wednesday
night) I wanted nothing more than to put my trackies on and sit at
home watching TV. We did just that.
An interesting
Thursday at work with old colleagues swinging by, some intentionally
and some not, topped off with a necessarily quiet night at home.
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