Did I miss a meeting?
Every other patient today has been "Sorry to bother me..."
I didn't think I was that irrascible, but a steady stream of recurrent depressives have been sorry to bother me with the impedimenta of their several causes of distress. A couple of chaps were similarly apologetic when presenting with "lumps" that were reassuringly non-malignant, and a lady who might be pregnant, reassured that her right flank pain was only muscular was "very sorry" for wasting my time.
All this sorrow is driving me quietly mad.
As often happens I have had the company of a Medical Student today. I want them all-- the students that is-- to see me as as dear old avuncular Dr J, the peoples friend. Instead, with all these people so sorry to have taken up my valuable time, I'm guessing I'm coming across much more "Simon Cowell" or "Alan Sugar". And I haven't even fired anyone in weeks.
(And even then they resigned and it was nothing to do with me really, just a case of artistic differences that had driven the members of the band apart....)
I think it must be the smart grey suit and somber tie. Well now we've unpacked properly I might be able to wheel out some zanier neckwear for the 'morrow.
If all else fails I could use it to throttle the first person who's sorry to trouble me!