You may remember Jerome once wrote a long formal letter to various surgeons and copied to me. That is not in itself unusual but characteristically he added his own sense of humour. In the last paragraph he announced that every surgeon seemed to have a name beginning with J. With my J in the mix too he had decided to call us three men in a boat and to rename himself Jerome K Jerome.
As you do.
Fast forward to this week and I find myself discussing boats with Mr Spinal Surgeon. This long postponed appointment was to try to plan a strategy for grumbling spine. His receptionist is not so much Rottweiller as Jack Russell. Snapped at me querying whether I had been listed as arrived. No idea. Said I. But I’m here. Mr Spinal saw another patient before me, to give me more time he explained. Oops. Ominous. .He not only remembered me, he mentioned Jerome’s unique writing style. ‘ crystal clear urine was drained ‘!! So proving he had read his notes.
He then asked me about swimming in lakes. #remember It’s the little things. Maybe he had scribbled note in a margin last time. He showed me photos of his baby daughter, and a complicated story at that. And a photo of his beautiful wooden barge moored on the Thames. So, having established brilliant rapport, cut to the chase. Long story short…nuclear CT thingy scheduled to prove, or hopefully disprove, his diagnosis of infected spine. I’ll let you know. Meanwhile ….don’t rock this boat.

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I love the way you are expected to show great interest in the minutiae of these great men’s lives while they and their staff ceremoniously ignore, forget and abuse you. Great!
There should be a book title in that…
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Seriously laughing out loud!!! 😂
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