Thursday 3rd May 1990   Morning  surgery 10.00

My Dad gets himself into a muddle when he is tired. Today, he checked someone’s blood pressure three times without realising it. Then, when the patient had gone, he couldn’t remember what any of the figures were. I think he was going to make up a something suitable but he looked at me, sighed and decided to go and get his next patient.

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