Thursday, May 10, 2007

In Praise of Pharmacists

I actually don't have a great deal more to say about the noble practitioners of pharma; I'm just not sure they're feeling the love enough. And, to be fair, I'm sure they've spent more time correcting my mistakes than vice versa.

So, that's done. My great friend's wedding is only days away, and I'm stressing about it; I know there's shit I need to do, but I'm too agitated to think straight. In case you're wondering why there are no insightful, or cutting, remarks regarding the world of medicine, and my tiny orbit within it, I'm on leave.
For those of you who just have to have something to mull over, I'm increasingly worried about what's going to happen in August, when the fucking train wreck that is MMC / MTAS will be unveiled in the halogen lights of patient care, and docs with no jobs.

(Yes, I know that's a shit analogy; I wanted to say 'comes home to roost', but that made even less sense)

On the positive side, while getting drunk, probably excessively, over the Bank Holiday weekend, and ranting at anyone who'd listen, I became re-acquainted with one of my favourite people. There seem to be people around whom I orbit in weird ways, only crossing paths very briefly.

Sometimes, that's fine - we can't all be bosom buddies. But there are one or two who I always wish I could see more of. This weekend's meeting is of the latter category, and I'm seeing them again tonight. This can only up the world's net happiness score - and that's gotta be good right? (Unless of course I piss them off enough to counteract it... shit, I hadn't thought of that)

Please be aware that Shroom does not condone heavy drinking. It's not actually anywhere near as big and clever as he thinks it is, but i think I've passed comment on this before. I'm guessing if you care enough you can find it in the archive.

Expect gory details of this evening's entertainment, and 'What Shroom Got Up To In A Field In Kent' next time out.

I know, I know, you can hardly wait. Just pray for sun on Saturday.

4 comments:

deputydawg said...

Hows the new job anyway? i think the worse aspect of moving is not knowing the sense of humour criteria in your new workplace.Always a potential minefield for pissing people off in the first 30 mins of duty.Not to be recommended.

Joey said...

umm, shroom, i know you've had a tough week, but natasha bedingfield? i wanna have your babies?!?!? bit of a weird one to add to your usually impecable musical taste...

hope the new job is going well and it's sunny for the wedding. keep well. x

Filet-o-bitch RPh said...

Oh my goodness! You are too kind! Although short, we pharmacists will take what we can get. Hey-aren't we called druggists or chemists over there?
Have a nice wedding. Puck time, right? Will we get to see the costume? Aren't weddings notorious for hook ups?

MrHunnybun said...

No, we are called pharmacists here too filet. As well as chemists, druggists, and hey you "behind the counter"

Appreciate the love Shroom. "I think you may have miscalculated" is quite a hard conversation to have with some docs. You know we cock things up sometimes, we know you do too. With any luck the patients don't notice too often, that's always the aim.

Enjoy the wedding.