The Conductor's Still Waiting On The Platform

Nothing much to post about; been off for a few days, so no medical heroics to document...

I tried to think of some previous stories; I admire Dr Schwab's memorable patient series, but I have neither stories as poignant, nor the craft to tell the tales. Maybe later.

My hypothetical colleague has seen no fallout for complaining about the accidental mistiming of notes; but the drive goes on, and I'm still convinced someday someone will be sent home inappropriately to meet targets. We already push patients to the wards ahead of time...

I'm sorry to bag on about it, but right now it's the thing that dominates my working life and causes me the most stress. I'm not convinced it's good for training, so I'm sure is setting us up for problems down the line. Well, que sera sera.

My nostalgia has me reaching for the past again; I suspect it ain't a good idea, but I'll let you know. Any of my constant readers from Cleveland, Ohio? Just curious...