Last
night as I worked I listened to the radio. There was a documentary on
Dr Martin Couney who lived some time ago and specialised in the
care of premature babies. Bearing in mind that America doesn't offer
free health care and most parents of premature babies were faced with
horrendous bills, Dr Couney had a rather unusual idea.
He
charged the general public twenty five cents to come and look at the
babies in their incubators. This fee generated enough income to pay
for the care of the babies; the public couldn't get enough of staring
at the poor things as though they were some sort of freak show.
And
people have the gall to complain about the National Health Service...
As
the day shift came in there was all sorts of grumbling about
"typical British weather". The three bright days of
the long weekend have been forgotten because of one wet morning. I
came home through the rain, and once home popped the lead onto "Furry
Face TM" and walked him round the block.
We didn't go far; although the rain had pretty much stopped, the wind
was fierce and I was rather tired. Night shifts do that to you.
With
dog walked I had a shower then over a bit of toast I had a quick
look-see on-line. My dentist had emailed me a reminder about next
week's appointment. Emails from the dentist - that's new !
I
took myself off to bed and slept for six hours.
I
woke with something of a sore nose; my CPAP machine does that
sometimes. I spent a little while working on my latest
Wheri-project., then sorted my socks whilst watching a classic
episode of "Upstairs Downstairs".
Off
to the night shift now.... The days between the night shifts are
usually dull.
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