A GPs life is death by a thousand forms
Far be it from me to grizzle about work when I tell myself daily what a lucky duck I am.
That said, here’s this week’s grizzle.
Bloody forms. Bloody filling in bloody forms about stuff.
I step out of the car at the surgery and am hijacked before I can scurry to the building.
“Doc! You got a second? Can I leave this form for you to sign? It’s for the wife to get a hearing check. She saw you last week. You don’t have to do it now. (Oh, thanks.) I’ll pick it up later today if that’s OK.”