Showing posts from April, 2013

heart block

Last night I had a very elderly patient with complete heart block.   I was asking her whether she would want a pacemaker.  I explained, "This heart block means that you could faint and never wake up."
"Oh, that sounds lovely dear, " she replied. To be certain she understood I said, "I mean that you would die." "Oh yes, I know. My husband's waiting for me."

So later, I dreamt that I abandoned the night shift team to sit by her bed and read her book to her. In my dream, it was very important that she heard the ending before she died.

Today I walked past an Amnesty International stand on Smith street.  As I passed, one of the   volunteers said to the other, "She's a doctor, you know."  This freaked me out.  Either I was hallucinating or I am less anonymous than I imagine.  I told Jason to keep a close eye on me for evidence of psychosis.

Anyway, tonight we rode into the city and saw the Pajama Men and drank scotch, so now I am hap…

old person music holiday

We just had a holiday- a week off working and studying for this goddamned exam.  So I had a lot of things to pack in!!

First up was the Boss: Bruce Springsteen and the E street band show at Hanging Rock.  Now, that was an awesome show.  Not an awesome show for a sixty-three year old. An awesome show.  I am unclear on how he has maintained such vigour at retirement age.  Perhaps the crowd surfing every night is keeping him in shape?  Perhaps he took fewer drugs than, say, Neil Young?  Or perhaps he is still on drugs?

Whichever way he's done it- if I am that awesome at 63, I won't mind if I'm dead at 64.

Anyway, the Rock was beautiful, we drank scotch and danced up a storm with some bikers ('Sons of Anarchy') who offered us some of their olives.  Jesse drove us all home with a few back-seat encores of 'Dancing in the Dark.'

Then we travelled up to Byron Bay on our Paul Simon Pilgrimage.  In contrast to Bruce Springsteen, Paul Simon is old.   He looks like Pau…