A tale of Michelangelo and my mother’s dementia
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Distractions so upset the rhythm of one’s workday.
This week it was a whopper. I was messaged from the US that my 93-year old mother had fallen and was being taken to hospital with a suspected fractured hip.
Meanwhile, I got three simultaneous calls for telehealth consults. If that doesn’t throw your game off, nothing will.