The good old days

After I started in general practice I worked a one-in-two night rota for 12 years. By the end, I was thoroughly burnt out and had so little empathy left that I could sit through Spencer Tracy's death scene in Captains Courageous without blubbering. I hated being called out of bed and calling me was as pointless as Tantalus's mother shouting, “Come on, son, eat your dinner.” My only remaining virtues were sarcasm and lust, my only emotions apathy and self …