My patient asked me this morning, just before she went off to sleep, how long I’d been doing my job.
Oh how sweet! I thought. She’s worried that I’m not old enough to have much experience! The scrub hats and mask are quite flattering. So I was pleased that I could reassure her that I’d been in my job for over two decades. It’s only now, several hours later, that I realise she may have been worried that, on the contrary, I was actually past it.
