A weekend dedicated to a last ditch effort to improve my thrombectomy numbers. Spent the entire weekend stuck in my tiny bedsit, apart from a couple of hours yesterday visiting the ancient Roman city of Nîmes…
…where I managed to source a couple of bottles of wine from Marlborough to have with our final family meal last night.
For my pains I’ve only seen one thrombectomy all weekend, a poor lady who was already on her last legs from her comorbities. The moral of the story? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy! Not particularly relevant here but I like that one. But really, if all my on calls were this quiet I’d be pretty happy!