I've been forced to give my patients the silent treatment

I remember singing along to Joni Mitchell in the '70s. The song was Big Yellow Taxi and the refrain was: “Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got 'til it's gone... (they paved paradise and put up a parking lot).”

Mouth covered

Those words came to mind on Tuesday, the day after my NBN debacle that cut the surgery off from all communication other than Australia Post and carrier pigeon.

I finished a full morning list and looked at the