5‘Morning, Vincent.’
Vince started the following day at seven o’clock with his weekly counselling session. The labour-ward catastrophe of three years ago had seen his specialist registration revoked, and he’d been issued with a temporary provisional ticket to work as a GP in an area of need. He was allowed to manage simple obstetric cases under the supervision of a Board-appointment mentor.
‘Don’t f**k up, Dr Hanrahan,’ was the take-home message, ‘and stay off the grog, and we might let you back in the team.’
Then after yet another maternal death last year in Warrnambool, this time a murder, Vince’s long pathway back to resuming his specialist OBGYN practice had grown even longer. Regular therapy was a condition of his provisional registration.
So, here he was, sitting at his kitchen t
