Shouldn’t come in early....even to sit around and eat breakfast, not if I want to get anything of my own done, or a quiet time; it’s busy and there are questions to be answered, and even if the nursing staff do apologise beforehand, it still gets my mind moving and it’s in my face. Patients need attention too, and they do; that’s probably what I do best so I get involved, and the only thing that becomes prioritised is my breakfast, can’t do without. A regular diet of All Bran or Porridge Oats and dried fruit, the latter two lovingly sent by family, knowing my peculiarities. My other foible is appropriating boiled eggs from the unused Halal breakfasts, which rather surprisingly consist of 2 x boiled eggs, a fried egg, some hash browns, kinda French toast and a pancake....not quite sure what they make of it, but I certainly found a longterm Afghan resident eating a big bowl of walnuts for breakfast today instead. They are not averse to my coke cans though; having finally got frustrated with my cans infrequently disappearing from the fridge, assuming unrealising staff had taken (given that the US ‘chowhouse’ contains fridges of free soft drinks in addition to icecream,) I decided to label my coke – 10 minutes later two fathers accompanying recovering children were engrossed in CBeebies with a labelled coke on the side!
Local bombmakers and snipers appear to have made the pilgrimage as the Haj festival has been relatively quiet so far; tell that to the young man who is recovering after being shot in the abdomen yesterday; but maybe he’s lucky cause it was the third rate sniper on the ground instead.
Hence I am able to enjoy some of the last sunshine, and learn more about Star Wars than maybe I ever wanted to - surrounded by men of obsession tendencies – an element of which seems to be required to be a good surgeon.
