finishing work on Friday, we got up early
- but not to go to the airport, and fly to
Cairns, as we have had planned for months.
To go to the hospital, and have covid
tests, so we can go home to Castlemaine,
in regional Victoria, without the risk of
taking the virus there from Melbourne.
Cairns is all cancelled. A pity, because
it had all the makings of a very
interesting and pleasant twelve days away
from Melbourne's winter. But with
Melbourne now in Lockdown No. 7, and
Queensland declaring Victoria (very
reasonably) a "Hot Spot", we are not
permitted to go there.
So, we are here in Castlemaine for 2
weeks, sort of experiencing what it may be
like to be retired, before returning to a
final month of work in September.
Work is becoming strange, as retirement
approaches. There are many patients whom I
have known for many years, who will
miss me. And I them! Last week I was
visited by a patient I'd last seen 19
years ago, before he moved out of the
area. He'd heard I was retiring, and
really came to say goodbye.
I thought I had done my last home visit,
and written my last death certificate, but
last week was persuaded to visit another
old, and elderly, patient at home; and
after doing what I could helped her to a
calm and peaceful death at home. Being
able to do this is one of the more
satisfying parts of life as a GP.
I thought I'd put in my last IUD, but
then more have appeared. And I suspect I
will have a minor flurry of skin excisions
when I return for my last month at work,
as I am far more experienced in this than
any of the other doctors there.
So we will get on with making some of the
changes we've planned here. Along with
selling Finsbury, our Airbnb house, and
re-aligning the boundary between the
houses, and making somewhere to park the
motorhome, I have decided to
sell my motorcycle and give up
motorcycling. I've used it very little in
the past couple of years, and prefer
riding on my pushbike - more exercise, and
I don't have to put on all the protective
clothing. So it has been listed for sale.
A decision reinforced when I saw a patient
last week, who, since I saw him last, has
lost the bottom of one leg. Motorcycling
accident. He is very accepting of it, but
I'd really not like it to happen to me.
One benefit of lockdown (there aren't
very many benefits) is that we have been
doing more walking around the local area
here in the goldfields. We have tended to
not use the car much when we are up here,
but have found that using it to drive a
little way - less than 10km - opens up a
large variety of interesting walking
trails. And while at present travel in
Melbourne is limited to 5km, up here it is