Good day

Meandering path through Eastcourt park

Yesterday was a good day.

Actually most days at work are pretty good days, yesterday was a VERY good one - mostly because I experienced the first of my clinics with 30 minute time slots instead of 20. Who knew 10 minutes could make such a difference?





Instead of feeling like I am in a sausage factory churning 'em out, rushing around like a lunatic to get things done, these new time slots allow me to spend time with my patients, actually get to know them and understand the problems they are experiencing - which is ideal. I now get even more job satisfaction - who can complain about that?

Secondly, it was a lovely and sunny day and I have such a beautiful walk to the hospital. How can this not lift my spirits?

The Greenwich "0" meridian runs through the hospital and the town. The surgeons joke that they operate with one foot in each hemisphere.

Today is a day of study - it's a bit gloomy outside. I nipped outside to get a bit of fresh air and bumped into my neighbour who regularly asks me how the studies are going. Lol...what can I say except "fine". She is so sweet to ask, but geez man, I kinda feel like I gotta spin a story about something so...dry and rather boring to others. Her eyes would probably glaze over if I started to explain all the millions of scoring rules and how to mathematically work out whether someone's traces contain sleep spindles, slow waves, saw tooth or alpha.

I think she thinks I analyse dreams. Hehe...well now...that would be something!