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It was the week before Christmas. I was a singlehanded
general practitioner with a list of 2800 and I was short of sleep, having been called out in the night. I looked at my appointments at the
beginning of evening surgery "Do sit down, Elsie. Now let me see And the moral? Always be kind to your patients Lyme
Regis, Dorset
fully booked and with a few extras put
in. Also, I was late starting. My first patient was a real heart sink.
I groaned and invited her into the consulting room.
I saw you in January twice with
backache. In February it was headache and constipation. The March winds
did blow and caused you to feel queer all over. During April you had
waterworks trouble and no appetite." I warmed to my task and
chronicled the various ailments and specimens brought to me throughout
the year, finishing up with "and here we are in December. What have
you come to see me about this time?" She produced a crumpled brown
paper bag and placed it on the desk before me. "I have brought you
your Christmas present, doctor, and I wish you Happy Christmas."
I spent the next 10 minutes being kind to her and feeling much
humbled. My surgery finished later than ever.
especially at Christmas.