Monday Morning Blues
A World War 2 Trilogy - By FRED NATH (Novelist and Neurosurgeon)
RSS Follow Become a Fan

Delivered by FeedBurner


Recent Posts

A Swedish Christmas Recipe
Yorkshire Puddings Anyone?
Monday Morning Blues
The Cyclist and an Inspiration
The Junior Doctor's Strike

Most Popular Posts

Fred's Doc Blog
The Trial by Franz Kafka -my personal view.
The New Book - Francesca Pascal
Trigeminal Neuralgia
Eating Out in North Yorkshire Near Yarm

Categories

Entertainments
Food
Grumbles
Medical stuff
news
Politics
thoughts
Writing

Archives

December 2016
September 2016
June 2016
May 2016
April 2016
January 2016
November 2015
August 2015
March 2014
January 2014
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
October 2012
September 2012
August 2012
June 2012
May 2012
April 2012
March 2012
February 2012
October 2011
September 2011
August 2011
July 2011
June 2011
May 2011
April 2011
March 2011
February 2011
January 2011
December 2010
November 2010
October 2010

powered by

Fred's Blog

Monday Morning Blues


20 6 16

5 am. Dog wakes me – need to go out. Oooooh groan. Dressing gown, slippers stumble down stairs – fresh air on my face.

Damned funny time to get up. Start to think… Could I be more productive? Apportion my time…

Bed beckons. But… and there’s always a ‘but’. Can I?

Full-time neurosurgeon, prolific medico-legal expert, published author, house person to my daughter or was that slave? More productive?

But work never seemed to be ‘work’. I always enjoyed it. Never felt that even at 3 am. opening someone’s head that it was hard work. Loved the surgery all along and the rest was a means to an end. If you don’t do clinics you don’t see enough patients to operate on. If you don’t operate then who are you?

I used to wake up in the morning on Thursdays and think, ‘Great, got that aneurysm to clip or that tumour to take out.’ Difficult, dangerous stuff – adrenaline monkey maybe.

 But I’ve done other stuff too. At school I worked in the holidays. Shop junior at Irvine Sellars on Carnaby Street. Served Tom Jones once – he always carried a huge wedge of cash in his pocket, I recall.

Oh, yes – hospital cleaner at the now defunct St Olave’s Hopsital. I remember doing a night shift and cleaning a ¼ mile corridor down one side, scrubbing on hands and knees. I watched as a junior doctor walked all the way up on the wet floor, leaving footprints all the way, so I started again.

Plumber’s mate at a building site in Findus, Sweden one summer. They called me Dr. Findlay as it was the only British medical thing they’d ever heard of.

Delivering books for a book store in Sweden – Kilberg’s Bokhandel. Driving around in a two-stroke Saab – great fun, but reverse gear was a bit tricky.

And the Post at Christmas. That was fun. All those cards.

The thing about all those jobs wasn’t the money, though to a student it was welcome. It was the people. All kinds of people. Nice ones, bad ones, poor people, rich people. They made the work a pleasure.

I wonder now whether the characters in my books aren’t based on my experiences of people where I’ve worked. Each of the French Résistance books are character-based but apart from one I haven’t consciously used anyone I’ve met.

5.30 am. Breakfast, run with the dog, rest, shower – to work.

All work no play, makes Jack a dull boy.

All work no play, makes Jack a dull boy.

All work no play, makes Jack a dull boy.

All work no play, makes Jack a dull boy.

All work no play, makes Jack a dull boy.

:-)


0 Comments to Monday Morning Blues:

Comments RSS

Add a Comment

Your Name:
Email Address: (Required)
Website:
Comment:
Make your text bigger, bold, italic and more with HTML tags. We'll show you how.
Post Comment