Day 47: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [Second Shift]
There was something invigorating about getting back onto a proper work schedule. That weekend had just been far too long, especially when he'd had to spend it in the sort of town where everyone knew everyone and therefore didn't have much of interest to talk about. There was something that was just too Pleasantville about the whole thing, and while Wilson knew that was judgmental and even snobby of him to think, he couldn't help it.
Work, on the other hand, at least took his mind off of the fact that he'd been ditched in this job without even a way to get into contact with his colleagues, let alone his boss. He almost felt like he'd been exiled, and it was starting to wear on him. At this point, his biggest reprieve was in knowing that he had a small chance of really helping the patients here.
Though even that was an obstacle, considering the attitudes that most of them had, but it was at least an obstacle he was used to dealing with. Difficult patients were part of the package no matter what kind of doctor you were, oncology included. If anything, cancer patients were particularly tricky to handle -- their lives were falling apart and they were emotionally unstable, depressed, and angry. Sometimes at him. Often at him.
That was one of the only reasons why he felt like he had any experience in working with the patients here at Landel's. It was far more severe here, but at least it wasn't completely foreign to him.
Wilson entered his office, dropped his suitcase, and started to arrange his files. He had one follow-up session and a new patient this morning, so it looked like he'd have his hands full.
Work, on the other hand, at least took his mind off of the fact that he'd been ditched in this job without even a way to get into contact with his colleagues, let alone his boss. He almost felt like he'd been exiled, and it was starting to wear on him. At this point, his biggest reprieve was in knowing that he had a small chance of really helping the patients here.
Though even that was an obstacle, considering the attitudes that most of them had, but it was at least an obstacle he was used to dealing with. Difficult patients were part of the package no matter what kind of doctor you were, oncology included. If anything, cancer patients were particularly tricky to handle -- their lives were falling apart and they were emotionally unstable, depressed, and angry. Sometimes at him. Often at him.
That was one of the only reasons why he felt like he had any experience in working with the patients here at Landel's. It was far more severe here, but at least it wasn't completely foreign to him.
Wilson entered his office, dropped his suitcase, and started to arrange his files. He had one follow-up session and a new patient this morning, so it looked like he'd have his hands full.