Church luncheon today. Food was fantastic. They may not smoke or drink but they certainly know how to put the food away. Had to be really quick to get seconds on the chocolate log. Tried to avoid looking at Adele who was eating carrot sticks and celery as usual. She brings her own food so she won’t be tempted to eat anything nice.
Knew I was in trouble when I got served up rabbit food and a postage stamp of steak for dinner. Had to make a surreptitious trip to my emergency giant jaffa supply to keep my strength up.
Gretchen on about my weight today as well. I privately believe that dieting makes you fat and want nothing to do with it.
Mr Bean is in today, he’s 45, runs marathons, and has folds of unsupported flesh that hang around his face and neck like a bloodhound. He looks miserable and worried about his Cholesterol of 7.2. I tell him to avoid eggs, butter, cheese, and meat with fat.
If I did that I’d die.
My cholesterol is only 5.2. I send a prayer of thanksgiving to my parents and think about the scotch eggs I had for lunch. Somewhere I read that a glass of wine a day is just as good as running a marathon. Sounds good to me.
Mr Johnston came in today. Wheezing as usual. I looked at the notes
“Warned again about the evils of smoking” my handwriting winks from the chart.
“Er… Dr Foote,” he hesitates apologetically, “That new inhaler doesn’t seem to be doing much good.”
Nothing works of course when you’ve got end stage emphysema.
“Well what about the fags?” I counter. “Are you still smoking?”
I can smell it on him, can sniff out the lie before its even conceived
“Ah.. er… Just one or two Doc. You know how it is. A man’s only pleasure.”
Once I did know how it was… I don’t think of that. My evangelical zeal takes over….
“How can you expect to get better if you don’t take responsibility for your own health.”
“Do you know that smoking related illness cost this country billions a year.”
I speak loudly to make sure my point is understood.
“You’re right Doc, I’ll give them away.” He shuffles out looking suitably chastened.
I type again in the notes “Advised yet again to stop smoking.”
Feel pleased that I’ve done my bit.
Funny how they never listen ….
Gretchen serves me morning tea.
“Is something wrong?” I say startled by this unprecedented event.
The coffee is made with trim milk and no sugar. No wonder she’s bitter.
Adele has made me lunch. Carrot, celery, apple, and a single wholemeal bread sandwich.
Why don’t they let me make my own decisions.
I feel angry for the rest of the day.
Despite this I practice good preventative medicine.
Discover three smokers and a heavy drinker. Advise them all to repent or die.
Stop to get some giant jaffas on the way home.
For emergencies only…
Late this morning. Fought with Adele about breakfast. Couldn’t believe she hadn’t bought any bread and cheese yesterday. Had to eat fruit and yogurt. Just as well I had the foresight to lay in some extra supplies.
Gretchen is really smouldering. The first salvo is fired as I walk through the door.
“Dr Foote” she snaps “Some of your patients have complained to me about your attitude. How can you justify telling them how to live their lives when you’re too lazy to loose weight yourself.”
I retreat to the safety of my room. I always handle conflict by withdrawal. Especially with Gretchen.
Wonder what I’ve done wrong. It’s my job to give advice.
Mr Thompson is my first patient. Haven’t seen him for a while.
“Dr Foote” he says, “How much is too much to drink,” testing the water.
After yesterday’s criticism I counter cautiously. “Are you worried about your drinking?”
“Yeah Doc, as a matter of fact I am. Haven’t been remembering things too well lately. Costs a packet too.”
“So you think you’re drinking too much?”
“Yeah, I reckon I am. Think it”s about time I did something about it.”
Was so surprised I forgot to tell him what to do. “What did you have in mind?” I ask.
“Well.” he says looking embarrassed and tentative “I thought I might check out the local AA. Can you give me their address.”
Felt wonderful for the rest of the day. Even smiled at Gretchen.
Made myself fruit and yogurt for breakfast. Adele asked if I was feeling alright. Spent the day playing hockey and cricket with the kids. My turn to cook. Made a lovely salad to go with some chicken breasts. I enjoy feeling fit. Must make a habit of it.
Adele really friendly tonight