Daily Archives: 21 June, 2011

Maybe it’s time for a change?

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You shouldn’t expect them to be perfect.

Doctors, I mean. They are called (in the UK) General Practitioners. And ‘general’ for a reason. They know a lot – but not everything. They might know a lot about common diseases and problems but they are not (and don’t profess to be) specialists.

It’s the same with all professions, I guess.

Reaching this stage of my life, I now understand that they are not God. Nor are any of these professionals. Chemists, Solicitors, the rest.

My vets has two people in the practice. One of them I like and trust. The other I don’t really like nor do I really trust. However, I was really quite shocked to be told, last night, by the one I like, that the instructions given by the other one were not right and that ‘he was wrong’!

Rufus has blocked anus glands. I went to the vets and the nice one gave me a prescription for anti-biotics but said to come back in one week to make sure it was taking effect.

I did. The other one was there. The other one looked and said it was coming along nicely and to finish the treatment and then come back in two weeks.

Last night I took him back. This time there was the nice one. He asked why I didn’t come back at the end of the treatment. I told him that I didn’t because his colleague, the other one, had told me to come back in two weeks.

“He was wrong”, he said. He explained that, although 90% OK, I now need some cream to put on (that doesn’t really fill me with joy but I’ll do it, of course). And then go back in 10 days.

I think I need to change vets, don’t you?

Rice Pudding with anchovy sauce.

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It looked like rice pudding. It had the right, creamy texture and when I took the first mouthful it was sweet and, really, like rice pudding.

Of course, the anchovy sauce and mozzarella made it risotto and not rice pudding at all. Still, in my head it had been rice pudding and not risotto and so, it tasted strange. Not unpleasant, just not what I thought.

I was introduced to customers and staff (that I didn’t know) as his boyfriend. Apparently, some people didn’t really believe that. He is proud of that fact even if he did say that I was lucky to have him as my boyfriend – which is true, in any event.

The people are nice, even if they are in the fashion world.

The food was mountainous. Too much even for the hundreds of people there. I didn’t eat much. I’d eaten lunch and had been stuffed full last weekend.

I had a glass of prossecco but then saw they had a bar with Campari and Cinzano – so, from then on it was Americanas. I probably should have stopped at the fourth – but didn’t. F told me he was quite drunk. Then the next time I saw him was with a very full glass of wine. I guess he was going to enjoy himself.

Some people went outside to smoke a joint. Outside – on the pavement, on a busy road. In the UK I’m sure (but I really don’t know), they would have been hiding away. Here, it seems better to do it out in the open.

There was dancing by the end. All a little bit crazy. All a little bit drunk. We got to bed about 12.30, completely shattered – and we had to be up early this morning as F was going away and I was taking him to the airport. He’s gone until Thursday.

During the evening, I looked at him doing his thing and thought how much I truly loved him.

It was a great evening with the designer, at one stage, cycling round the showroom whilst a photographer took some pics and, afterwards, dancing with the ‘girls’ some of whom are, of course, not really young enough to be called girls (and I’m being quite polite here).