The Last Days

Today is the last day working at The Alexandra Practice. I shall not miss the ungrateful partners who forced me to move out, and are now wanting to say sorry. I shall miss the staff, all of whom have been great and sad to see me go. Of course they don't know the full story. I shall miss all of those patients I've grown middle aged with. Many have already moved to The Range, but I dare say many wont either.
Tomorrow I start at a new place. More space, more scope for expansion, younger, fresher and exciting.
The old is past, and the new begins again. I don't want anything to do with the old after today.

Last weekend I nearly died. No really I could have. I went for a walk in the Lakes with Andy up to Stickle Tarn. Then ' a bit of a scramble' up a ridge. Jake's rake or something. One side, a 200 foot drop, the other shear rock face. One slip and I was a gonna. Not a good place to feel faint or have a fit. It was scarry. Going back wasn't an option either, as it is too steep and no way past other ascending climbers. In anycase I didn't want to look down.

Sometimes in life you just have to look ahead, move on from the past, and trust in God.

Well I survived the 'bit of a cramble' and I guess I'll survive leaving the Alexandra Practice. At least I can say I've done it and look forward to the future.