Such is the perversity of human nature that I am starting to fret a little. I’ve become accustomed to a more or less steady diet of woe and misery over the last couple on months. The problem has been another winter of intractable cough bugs, with flu like illness chasers, that seem to have been doing the rounds in Ambridge for ever—or at least since early November.
There’s no denying they have been pretty miserable for the poor blighters who have been afflicted. Problem is they’ve also been pretty un-amenable to medical remedy. This has two effects. First it fills surgeries with a lot of miserable people, all lining up to be told, in so many words, there’s nothing we can do for them. Second, and almost more pernicious, it leaves one with a gnawing feeling of clinical impotence which, left unchecked, can lead to an appearance of uncaring dismissal when presented with yet another poor bastard with the lurghi.
The end result of such a downward spiral is a whole bunch of miserable patients and their miserable medical attendants, all moaning to and about one another. So if there’s anybody out there with a miracle flu remedy they can share there just might be a hob nob or two in it for them from this oppressed and downtrodden GP at least.
And then, today, for no clear reason that I can fathom, all the punters have been being especially nice. You know the sort of thing…
“You’re looking well today Dr J, have you lost weight?”
“I swear you’re looking younger now than the last time I saw you!” (Which was five years ago by the way).
“Thank you for your time. I feel so much better just for talking…”
So why do I sit here waiting for the next bombshell I wonder?
As an aside I heard on dear old Radio 4 at the weekend that the good burghers of Brisbane are teaching relaxation technique to toddlers. I feel vindicated. Someone in Oz has obviously been listening to my inane ramblings. Just remember, you heard it here first. Dr J the visionary!