I've had a difficult day.
First I had booked a lady for surgery this afternoon who lives 2 and a half hours away. The bed management people were supposed to call her around 10 am to tell her if there was a bed or not. They called her at noon to be here before 2 PM. Where is the sense in that? The doctor dropped by after lunch and said he heard about the crazy situation.
Then in the afternoon I was on my own. I got a call from my doctor at theatre and he was furious. He wanted me to take down a letter and send it to the general manager/ chief of whatever and yadda yadda. It was something about he was supposed to have 2 theatres today but wound up with 1. I got it into my head that this was something I did or should have known. I started worrying and reading back over emails to see if I missed something. It turns out I didn’t.
I seem to worry way to much about things that are not my fault or are on no way connected to me.
I asked him the story when he got back and he said "the patients today got done but they took my emergency theatre off me and in this hospital, as with life in general, if you don’t fight for yourself, you'll get nothing." I should probably remember that.
Ah here, I'm going back to teaching. He likes his letters way too much. A few weeks ago I was at the printer with my colleague watching my letters spit out of the printer. She said "so have you typed any letters to the minister for health yet? Look I'll just use the printer down the hall. In fairness you will be here until midnight".
(I probably won't go back to teaching!)