I seem to be following a theme this week of appreciating the 'old ways'. It's not so much that progress is inherently bad, but that with each development and modernisation something is lost.
Similarly a millisecond look at the thickness of the overflowing notes immediately conveyed an intimation that here was a patient with much medical history-or contra-wise here was someone who virtually never attended the doctor whose complaint perhaps merited particular attention.
Something I really miss is looking at the handwriting of the previous GPs and admiring the hastily drawn anatomical sketches to summarise the local of the patients pain. Somehow a few words of fountain pen written prose seem to convey so much more that misspelt computer entries. I think my last Lloyd-George entry was about 2002-in Olney we hung on as long as we could-and I bemoan its passing.
No, not that side! But thank God got through surgery ok yesterday. And thanks to all for love support and prayer.
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