07/06/2026
A few days before going on holiday, I found myself replaying a patient treatment.
The treatment had gone well.
The patient hadn’t contacted me.
There were no signs that anything was wrong.
Yet I kept replaying it.
Looking for something I might have missed.
And eventually I realised something.
I wasn’t worrying about the patient, they hadn’t given me a reason to worry.
I was worrying about leaving.
I think when you’re someone who takes responsibility seriously, holidays can feel strangely uncomfortable.
Because there is never a point where the risk reaches zero.
There is always a patient healing.
A treatment evolving.
An email waiting.
A result still developing.
Something uncertain.
There is always something that could happen.
And I realised I was waiting for permission to relax.
Almost as though somebody would eventually say:
“Well done Claire.
There are now zero risks in the clinic.
Off you go and enjoy your holiday.”
The problem is that day never comes.
The reality is that none of us need to reach a point where nothing can go wrong.
We only need to reach a point where we’ve done our job properly.
Careful assessment.
Honest advice.
Thoughtful treatment.
Appropriate support.
That’s the job.
The rest is uncertainty. 💜