Long days

Another exciting day in the life of an NHS manager started with me walking past the Director of Finance and seeing a pair of shoes with a banana and an orange in them on the desk. Apparently it prevents the fruit from bruising on a motorbike. Why would a banana ride a motorbike? You tell me. I may have been in surreal mode as I came downstairs in the night with toothache and took some ibufren followed by a vodka mouthwash (I find it gets to the seat of the pain quickly).

Bizarre conversations about seating arrangements and the Olympics, followed by some conversations with individuals about roles and responsibilities, then drove to Newbury for a meeting. Newbury is on the M4. It is very boring. The meeting was a bit scary. The trouble with turning the NHS on it's head is that it isn't an industry that makes rubber ducks, it's thing is sick people. You get rid of the so called bureaucrats and you find that they have been handling really unimportant things like the safety of medical equipment, the crumbling buildings where the clinics are held, the health records, the computers that store patients' details ... nothing of any importance really. And when you turn the NHS on it's head it all has to be sorted ... again. Like it was six years ago, ten years ago, fourteen years ago, twenty years ago ...

We don't need fewer managers but we may need fewer re-organisations.

Anyway got home, exercised, ate, sat down, did some more work (eleven hour day for the record) then crashed with a glass of wine. Had Godzilla on whilst I wrote this. Struck yet again by the fact that monsters in the movies never have genitals. King Kong, Godzilla, Alien .... show me any evidence of any wedding tackle, I mean how unrealistic is that?

TSM had a good pre-op assessment. The Girl Racer rang to say she got a first for her latest paper at Uni. Definitely a good day for the women. But TSM was very tired tonight and started nodding off over her kindle. Long days at the moment for all of us ...