Choking on hope: Last day on earth
The detachment was setting in after a mere 30 seconds of the patient entering the surgery. As Mrs Helen Pritchard ran through her symptoms, I ran an eye over her nervous form and felt my memory lapse as she looked to me for some kind of instant diagnosis. It sounded like gout, but I had stopped even thinking about her as a sentient human being even before she entered my consulting rooms. Consulting rooms...how grand, instead of my reality of cut n' paste medicine and fakery based on years of experience turned to glib theorising. I gave her a cursory examination and gave her a prescription I knew was nothing more than a placebo.