Something we were taught right at the very beginning of nurse training was that any problems we might be experiencing outside of the wards we left behind when we went on duty.
Didn't matter if you'd crashed your car or the dog had died...when at work you put on a smiley face and never ever let outside problems intrude.
I've been thinking about that today...my Consultant is usually rather 'distant' though she does occasionally show a glimpse of humour...not often...but it's there. She's efficient though and I usually feel comfortable in her presence.
When I saw her on Tuesday she was ratty and bad-tempered...from the way she introduced a medical student who was sitting in...to the decidedly hurried way she listened to my chest and told me I was wheezing...like it was my fault and I'd done it on purpose just to annoy.
I had the list made out...for my benefit really, so as I wouldn't forget to ask her what I felt to be important questions...she left me with no time to pursue changing inhalers for instance...
Be clear that I wouldn't want her job...I'd not want to see an endless procession of people who can't breathe properly...it'd drive me demented. But she is paid well...she is entitled to the perks which come with being a Consultant...
Perhaps she was having a difficult day...maybe she had an important dinner to attend and couldn't for the life of her think what to wear...perhaps the medical students milling about all over the place irritated her...could be she was cross with Lemon Face.
The fact is that I wait six months to see her for about ten minutes...it is she who enables me to have oxygen for instance or to change the inhalers I use for others which are more effective...it is on her word that I can avail of other services offered within the hospital...time spent with the pulmonary nurse or ensuring another scan for osteoporosis for instance.
If, when I'm ushered into her inner sanctum, I feel that I'm wasting her precious time on a Tuesday afternoon when she could be doing something more interesting instead, then maybe she needs to rethink...to take a deep breath and remember we...her patients...are sad and lost and vulnerable.
We're sitting there watching the clock tick round and wondering what she'll say...is she going to blithely announce we've reached the end stage of COPD...is she going to hand us a prescription for something to make us breathe easier for a time...
My Doctor laughs and says Consultants are only one step removed from God himself and tells me to imagine her sitting on the loo with her knickers round her ankles...that makes me giggle and then I have a coughing fit...
I wish those Consultants had been taught the way we were all those years ago...leave your own personal problems at home.