In the past…

… Month – word count of thesis versus word count of blog: 9487 to 0. This, I think, is the reason that my spring of blog-inspiration dried up. Evidently and alas, I have brains enough for only one composition at a time. The good thing, though, is that the damn thesis is drafted and disseminated to three unfortunate souls to plow through. After it comes back, I have to mutilate and re-patch it, get it nicely bound, and send off three more copies to three more unfortunate souls.

… Week – night-call count: three. As in, this is the third night in the past seven days I’ve spent stuck in the Fruit Farm till the sun rolls around the next day. And I’ve got a grand ward round, normal ward round, lunchtime talk and afternoon clinics to be at tomorrow, none of which I look forward to. Half my work here revolves around being forced to take responsibility for people that no one else wants. I’m not sure what kind of medical specialty that is. In the pecking order of glamourous jobs, it’s probably somewhere between prison warden and Victorian poorhouse manager.

… Day – number of times called ‘Madam’ by my medical officer: twenty-three. I don’t bloody know why. It’s come to the point where, each time I pause for breath, he puts in a ‘Yes, Madam’, or ‘Thank you, Madam’. One day, he will address me as ‘Madam’ one too many times, and I will probably answer, “Yes, Slave?” 

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