As I get older, I realise there are more and more things I don’t understand - for instance, how to do long division without a calculator, and whether it’s a good or bad thing to be in the EU.
It’s a bit strange, I think, that so many people seem to be absolutely sure about this quite complex economic issue, particularly readers of our tabloid press, although I do think that before being able to participate in any referendum about Europe, voters should have to be able to name at least five countries in it. That would reduce voter numbers substantially. Come to think of it, I would no more trust the view of the man on the street on membership of the EU, than I would ask him to take my appendix out.
Things have got so depressing this week that’s I’ve decided to stop watching the news, and restrict my media contact to Classic FM, nature programmes, and anything by Jane Austen. Even natural history programmes are problematic in our house - we couldn’t watch the Frozen Planet together, as it was too upsetting for my daughter - nature is too grizzly for today’s sanitised youth, I’m afraid.
As far as work goes, I’ve decided to keep my head down and just do what I can in my own small corner - and very satisfying it is too. Last week I had three patients on my theatre lists with NYHA stage 3 heart failure - there are few things more satisfying than successfully seeing such high risk patients through their surgery, especially when it’s witnessed by a colleague who, when letting me out for a very welcome coffee-break, was visibly impressed by my (for once) spectacularly effective supraclavicular brachial plexus block.
This week’s gloom was lightened by the successful outcome of two patients who came to theatre with agonising trigeminal neuralgia, and left pain-free.
I do think we sometimes need reminding about how fortunate we are to be doing a job which doesn’t involve sitting at a computer terminal for hours on end. It might be physically demanding and involve too much getting out of bed in the small hours, but the rewards still sometimes bring a tear to my eye. Whatever happens out there in the wider world, to our pensions and salaries, and whether we end up working for Spire, Circle, or United Health, we can still go on doing our best for the patient in front of us.
We won’t always make a difference for the better, and even if we do they won’t always be grateful - but it’s what makes the job worth doing. And when I lose sight of that, will be the time to hang up my laryngoscope. Merry Christmas.
