Well, I've been up all night leanin' on the window sill (Bob Dylan)

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Wie geht's?

We've just returned from a trip to New Plymouth. After getting one of those dreaded 'you-need-to get-here-as-quick-as-you-can' phone calls, we made the late night, four and a half hour, stressful journey across the island.

We place a lot of trust in the medical fraternity, do we not? When they tell us something we tend to believe them. But they are human just like us and pilot error leading to medical misadventure is always possible.

In this case we were so relieved to find that the patient was making daily improvements, we were aggrieved but relieved.

The dosage of the medication had been the tipping point, and a doctor's misreading of the subsequent situation ended up in our late night mercy dash. That is worrying on a few levels.

Because we all trust the process and the medical profession generally, there is nothing we could have done to prevent either mistake happening.

We just have to trust that they get things right next time. What else can you do?

Love and peace - Wozza