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Tuesday, March 06, 2012

My cold worsened a bit this afternoon. Which was annoying as I'd offered to do an extra half-day clinic to help out a colleague. More annoying still was that a third-year medical student then asked to sit in on it. Ideally, you don't want to have a sore throat when you're training the doctors of tomorrow. He was a very nice chap though. I asked him what he wanted to do with his career, and he said "Qualify, and not get struck off". I told him that was a pretty good goal.

By the end of the afternoon, my voice was fading fast, and my headache worsening, but I managed to summon the energy to cross the road and pick up Amelie from nursery. As I walked up to the entrance, a lady got out of a car just in front of me, and approached the nursery door. We arrived there together, so I let her press the buzzer, and we both stood back to wait for a response. When a voice eventually replied, the lady leaned into the intercom and said "Hi, I'm here to pick up Amelie".

So I leaned in and said "Me too."

We then had a pleasant conversation about how we both thought we'd picked an unusual name, only to discover that we're not as original as we thought. It transpires that the two Amelies (perish the thought) are in neighbouring rooms at the nursery. Hers is only two-and-a-half though, so we definitely got in first.


Phil's Mum said...

I suppose that, in 6 months time, they may both be in the same room.  As you say, perish the thought! And aren't you due for a day's sick leave tomorrow?

Phil said...

I'm not sure I'll live that long.

Jp Cheshire said...

Can't even see yourself making it through until tomorrow, call yourself an Ophthamologist?

David East said...

I would never call you an Ophthamologist.  I use a dozen words to describe what it is you do.

Phil said...

Me too. Although it's only six if you cut out the swear words.

Phil said...

I do. It's just a shame nobody else does.