Monday one of the tough days of the week. If asked to rate, Monday then Wednesday then Friday afternoon are tough days. Monday obviously for the start of the week, wednesday as it is mid week and friday afternoon because we are impatiently awaiting weekend. 

Update on Callum, he is a troubled child. Read a facebook post about him. He knocked early in the morning at a house and when the resident refused to entertain him, he stayed there staring at the door and threw his jacket away as well. He has some serious mental health issue.

Day over all was average. Branco refused to his see his nurse's grandfather who is suffering from leukaemia and needed a dental check up. I offered her to do his check up. Branco is quite strange. cracked one of his joke on women ' scientists finally found a way of knowing what women mind and just then the women decided to change her mind'

He said i thought of retiring last year and went to germany to my family and every member had so many demands i thought of returning back to work. Another friend of his joked when i hear the trembling sound of the door handle of my office i fear i need to work more. more demands of children is on the way'

came back home for lunch caught Munish talking to the broker in Dubai. That was nice.

Turning 42 yr old tomorrow. Life is better after 40 i think

 I have to admit, I keep on procrastinating my writing. Everyday, so many incidents happen at work, while I am interacting with my patients, I am exposed to differing ideologies and views. I am amazed at the differing responses I got regarding Christmas celebrations. Some people awaited patiently for Christmas and were excited about it and some people were happy that it was over and life was back to routine. Few people were overwhelmed with the family coming over and fanfare that followed.

The incident that caught my attention and affected me most was a vulnerable boy. A boy 17yr old, came to our practice, clothed only in jumper, no shoes only socks mumbling to himself and lost. He was our practice patient, he thought he was here for an appointment and he was informed he had no appointment today and that he had missed on last two appointments. Our practice manager and head receptionist, talked to him, gave him food to eat and took him to a warm place to sit. called the police to take him to his carer. He had mental health issues. The police came and said 'come on we are here to take you to your carer, we also need to sort out your shoes' They spoke politely, mindful of his mental health situation. Everyone was very sympathetic towards him. They were worried the poor boy wasn't appropriately clothed, no food to eat. When I asked the next day, my PM, was narrating how sorry she felt for him and that at night at the dinner table she was thinking about him, hope he had food to eat?'

In India, where i was raised i have grown so immune to the poverty that i am not sympathetic anymore. I think i don't really care. I have to explore this part of me.

Another interesting story, worth talking about. My friend and his two friends went to stay over weekend at their common friend's mum's home. she was a loving lady, very hospitable. She would go every morning and get them fresh bread. Cook all meals and serve them well. My friend and his friends saved all the money they took. While leaving they thought of giving her some money. So 2 of the friend left her 300 € each but one of the friend said i will not give her money. He went out and got her a flower bouquet worth 39p. The old lady was so happy with the flower, till today she remembers him and mentions about the flower bouquet that he gifted her. I have not been able to stop thinking about this. It appears simple story but they are too many layers to it. A flower bouquet leaves much deeper indelible mark on her heart than the money given to her.