Thursday, 24 June 2010

Hey there, Are you Alive?


The GMC need not call on Ghostbusters Today.
The electromagnetic field provided ex medical ghosts
 would have destroyed all their hard drives and put them out of business.


It's now nearly day 4 since disaster struck and my friend took an overdose. Luckily, he is back in action and today he told me he had things to do and couldn't be on the phone for long. Yee, Haa, this guy is back in action. OK, so he is getting fed up of my phonecalls every 8 hours and texts to see if he is still in the land of the living. Yes, I need to check. Today's conversation was " Hi, Are you Alive". Answer "Yes". I then replied " OK then, call me over the weekend" and put the phone down. So, now these exchanges are becoming amusing. Even he finds them amusing. No doubt, I shall be ringing him up with my usual skewed sense of humour and will explain to him that dying isn't cheap. .

In the hey day of medical school, I used to work at a funeral company doing invoices and communicating with funeral parlors. It was probably the best job I ever did. Nevertheless, funerals are damned expensive. Extra large coffins are even more expensive. Believe me, I had never seen so many zeros in all my life. This is the reason dying while fat is so uncool. Too many pallbearers to pay etc etc.

For that reason, the frugal option is to stay alive. I shall impress this upon my friend over the next few weeks.  He tries to be frugal but sadly retail therapy courtesy of the GMC sets in and personally I think any therapy is better than opting to meet the maker. There is no point at all making funeral companies richer when that money can be spent on Druckers cakes instead. This is my logic anyway.

So life is peachy, my friend is busy. I can now stop worrying. Emergency over. Fab!

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

How many docs have suffered so much they become another figure in the gmc deceased column?? Does anyone know how high it is? I read some stories of docs running in front of trains.

J