Well, I thought I should tell you that I'm retiring from NHS medical practice at the end of the month. I'm nearly sixty and wish to catch up with my writing. If I can find a consulting room for a few hours a week at not too much expense I'll continue to see and treat people with MS. I'll leave my webpages up, and also my email address.
To be absolutely honest I don't like the way that hospital medicine is going in the UK. Managers are being chosen for their obedience to central dictates, and their ability to enforce them, rather than any brilliance of character. This is saddening. Morale is poor.
I could quote from one of my own short stories. The speaker is Elizabeth Anne Taitt, a formidable physician (and accomplished wrestler):
Dr Taitt suddenly looked angry. 'I don't like the way that medicine is going. When I was an undergraduate the ethos was on the quality of individual reasoning: the time is quickly coming when we will be expected to practise according to rote instruction. It's then I leave. I won't be told what to do by my intellectual inferiors. I just won't. It would not be possible for me to be obedient. I wasn't as a child and I won't be now. I'm not a biddable person.' She certainly did not look very biddable at the present moment.
Apart from that I'm very happy. A few days ago I heard Sarah in her studio, wielding a large rubber mallet to assemble a heavyweight stretcher for a large oil-painting. Then, when she had done that, I heard her stretch the canvas, operating the heavy-duty manual stapler. She completed it perfectly. And five years ago she had been in a semi-delirious half-sleep, hardly able to eat, her right hand paralysed and her legs becoming spastic with clonus. We have much to be grateful for.