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Those poor people. Those poor people...
I wasn't able to give them all any more than a cursory examination, but I did have a good long chat with Helen and some of the other staff. For what it's worth, they're all qualified and experienced in long term psychiatric hospice, and they're doing the best they can, but none of them have a medical background and they can't provide any kind of medical support and therapy. I recommend we hire a neurologist and a psychiatrist, and I have some proposals that...
Who am I kidding? None of you people give a damn about anything I have to recommend, do you? All you do is warehouse them and snigger and call them "freaks". You BASTARDS.
Not you, Gwen love.
Look, I know that being flippant is a coping mechanism. It's valid; you see it all the time among hospital staff. But that's because --
Oh bloody hell. You don't want to hear another "lecture", do you? You don't think I know you think I'm "bossy" and I "lecture" all the time. "Oh, Martha wants us to eat vegetables and stop drinking caffeine!" "Oh, Martha doesn't want us to call them freaks! She's no fun!"
You want a lecture? Here's a lecture. I know I harp on being a doctor all the time, but that's because I worked my arse off to get where I am now. I'm proud of it. I didn't go to med school to become a plastic surgeon or fix football players' bad knees. I'm a doctor because I care and I give a damn and I want to make a difference and save lives. I want to keep you lot alive and healthy so you can make a difference and save lives. Isn't that the whole point of what we do? Protecting people so they can live boring, normal lives?
Every single one of the residents of Flat Holm is a mother, a son, a friend. It could have been your mother, your son, your friend. It could have been you. There but for the grace of God, and don't you forget it.
You can cope by being as flippant as you like. I cope by doing every single thing in my power to help. I am the medical officer here, and I consider every single resident of Flat Holm to be my patient and my responsibility. You can laugh at me and moan about me behind my back if you wish. I don't give a damn what you think.
I miss the Doctor. I miss him so much. He may be a lot of things, but he's never ever been jaded.
Now, if anyone wants me I'll -- No. You know what? If any of you want me you can go hang yourself. I'm going downstairs to work on my stingray. If there's an apocalypse, beep me.
I wasn't able to give them all any more than a cursory examination, but I did have a good long chat with Helen and some of the other staff. For what it's worth, they're all qualified and experienced in long term psychiatric hospice, and they're doing the best they can, but none of them have a medical background and they can't provide any kind of medical support and therapy. I recommend we hire a neurologist and a psychiatrist, and I have some proposals that...
Who am I kidding? None of you people give a damn about anything I have to recommend, do you? All you do is warehouse them and snigger and call them "freaks". You BASTARDS.
Not you, Gwen love.
Look, I know that being flippant is a coping mechanism. It's valid; you see it all the time among hospital staff. But that's because --
Oh bloody hell. You don't want to hear another "lecture", do you? You don't think I know you think I'm "bossy" and I "lecture" all the time. "Oh, Martha wants us to eat vegetables and stop drinking caffeine!" "Oh, Martha doesn't want us to call them freaks! She's no fun!"
You want a lecture? Here's a lecture. I know I harp on being a doctor all the time, but that's because I worked my arse off to get where I am now. I'm proud of it. I didn't go to med school to become a plastic surgeon or fix football players' bad knees. I'm a doctor because I care and I give a damn and I want to make a difference and save lives. I want to keep you lot alive and healthy so you can make a difference and save lives. Isn't that the whole point of what we do? Protecting people so they can live boring, normal lives?
Every single one of the residents of Flat Holm is a mother, a son, a friend. It could have been your mother, your son, your friend. It could have been you. There but for the grace of God, and don't you forget it.
You can cope by being as flippant as you like. I cope by doing every single thing in my power to help. I am the medical officer here, and I consider every single resident of Flat Holm to be my patient and my responsibility. You can laugh at me and moan about me behind my back if you wish. I don't give a damn what you think.
I miss the Doctor. I miss him so much. He may be a lot of things, but he's never ever been jaded.
Now, if anyone wants me I'll -- No. You know what? If any of you want me you can go hang yourself. I'm going downstairs to work on my stingray. If there's an apocalypse, beep me.