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guppy_sandhu"There's no diazepam." Pam says to Cassie, the ward sister.
Guppy looks up at the nurses in the staff room. Cassie is adament that there was plenty of diazepam this morning.
"Maybe one of the other departments has borrowed some?" he suggests. "Though it's a bit odd, I agree. As far as I'm aware, we haven't prescribed any more than usual."
"Hm, well they should have told us and gone through the proper procedures if they had." Cassie says. "I hope it's not been nicked. Did you leave the trolley unattended, Pam?"
"What's this?" Dr Sharpe, administrator from hell, pokes his head around the door.
"All the diazepam's gone." Pam says, though she doesn't really want him involved. "Probably an error, but I thought it was odd."
"Well be more careful." Dr Sharpe snaps. "I've worked very hard getting this department on budget. Dr Sandhu, come with me."
Guppy abandons his tea and follows Dr Sharpe into his office.
"Isn't that what you're on?" Dr Sharpe asks, irritably. "Not self-prescribing, I hope."
Guppy bites back the feeling of rage. He's open with Dr Wood about his medication, and those who need to know, but it's really not any of Dr Sharpe's business.
"No, I don't take diazepam, and I wouldn't steal from this department. Besides, I've been in the MDT all morning, I only just came out." He senses almost disappointment from Dr Sharpe; a Multi-Disciplinary Team meeting is about as solid an alibi as he could get. There's a dozen people who can vouch for his whereabouts.
"Fine, you can go." Dr Sharpe says, sitting at his desk and starting up his laptop. Guppy gladly escapes.
Nobody is quite sure what happened to the diazepam, and by the end of the shift, are convinced that it must have been a mistake. The team has been together a long time, except for the new FY1 doctor, a very studious young woman who was much too busy to be stealing benzodiazepines, let alone having time to use them.
At the end of his shift, Guppy heads off towards Penguin Playgroup (technically a nursery - but it was easier to explain this way) to pick up Alex. So far, no calls at work, which has made a nice change. He'd expected a lot more teething problems, but Alex's assigned nursery nurse Michelle has so far given him thorough and mostly positive reports.
He arrives to find that, by some miracle, they've managed to teach Alex to go to into the bathroom before he starts stripping everything off. Alex points proudly to his potty training reward chart, where he now has two stickers for 'Bathroom!'.
"Well done kiddo." Guppy says, grinning at him. "Let's make one of those at home, then you can earn more stickers." One step at a time. I was trying to get him to do two at once, that's why it didn't work.
"Oh, Dr Sandhu, one question." Michelle says, as Alex goes to retrieve his picture (a piece of paper covered entirely in green paint). "How much can Alex read?"
"He doesn't so much read yet as recite." Guppy says. "If he's heard the book enough times, he'll know what it says, and he recognises a couple of words by sight - like his name, and the push sign on doors. But he can't put words together on his own yet. He knows most of his letters though."
"He's clearly very bright." Michelle says, smiling. "Not got into any of those fights you warned us about yet, but he doesn't interact much with the other children. We're going to try and work with him on that."
"Thanks. Alex doesn't really seem to like children very much." Guppy admits. "He's about five months late for engaging in parallel play. He talks to adults though."
"Actually, he sometimes comes up to the other children and talks to them, then goes away again." Michelle says. "Maybe he just doesn't want to do what they're doing?"
"Could be." Guppy nods. "It's good that he's showing some interest, anyway."
Alex returns with his dripping picture. Guppy praises it and tries to hold it so that he won't get green paint everywhere. Alex waves goodbye to Michelle, then they head outside to the car.
At home, Guppy opens up all the baby gates, makes a wall chart, and shows Alex.
"This is the downstairs bathroom." he says, making a sign at Alex height with the word and a picture on. "If you come in here before you take your clothes off, you get a sticker."
Alex looks at the sign, then toddles back into the kitchen. He picks up the cat's bowl, spilling all the biscuits on the floor, then points to the word on it.
"What's that?"
"C A T. Cat." Guppy says, pointing to the letters one at a time. "That's the cat's bowl. Let's pick up the biscuits."
He scoops the biscuits back in, in time for Alex to do the same with the dog's bowl. Oops. Well, if he's interested in words, might as well make the most of this educational opportunity.
With the paper and sellotape, he labels various other things in the kitchen, with Alex bouncing around looking at the words.
Then, he has another thought, and goes to get the Welcome Pack from Alex's new nursery. Michelle has included a picture of each of his classmates, with their name written underneath, to help him get used to them. Guppy digs through until he finds Georgie, the little girl Alex has been talking to the other day.
"See that word Alex? That says Georgie."
"Yeh." Alex says.
"Would you like Georgie to come and play here some time?"
Alex looks at the picture.
"Why?" he asks, eventually.
"So that you two can make friends."
"What's that?" Alex asks.
Guppy considers the question.
"Well, friends are people that you like. Some of my friends are you, and Mummy, and Coral, and lots of people from Milliways, and Dr Wood."
Alex looks confused. Georgie is already made, far as he can tell, unless he's supposed to build her some hands. Are they going to build more people? What with? Duplo doesn't make friends.
Thinking Daddy isn't making much sense, he gets up and wanders off.
Guppy looks up at the nurses in the staff room. Cassie is adament that there was plenty of diazepam this morning.
"Maybe one of the other departments has borrowed some?" he suggests. "Though it's a bit odd, I agree. As far as I'm aware, we haven't prescribed any more than usual."
"Hm, well they should have told us and gone through the proper procedures if they had." Cassie says. "I hope it's not been nicked. Did you leave the trolley unattended, Pam?"
"What's this?" Dr Sharpe, administrator from hell, pokes his head around the door.
"All the diazepam's gone." Pam says, though she doesn't really want him involved. "Probably an error, but I thought it was odd."
"Well be more careful." Dr Sharpe snaps. "I've worked very hard getting this department on budget. Dr Sandhu, come with me."
Guppy abandons his tea and follows Dr Sharpe into his office.
"Isn't that what you're on?" Dr Sharpe asks, irritably. "Not self-prescribing, I hope."
Guppy bites back the feeling of rage. He's open with Dr Wood about his medication, and those who need to know, but it's really not any of Dr Sharpe's business.
"No, I don't take diazepam, and I wouldn't steal from this department. Besides, I've been in the MDT all morning, I only just came out." He senses almost disappointment from Dr Sharpe; a Multi-Disciplinary Team meeting is about as solid an alibi as he could get. There's a dozen people who can vouch for his whereabouts.
"Fine, you can go." Dr Sharpe says, sitting at his desk and starting up his laptop. Guppy gladly escapes.
Nobody is quite sure what happened to the diazepam, and by the end of the shift, are convinced that it must have been a mistake. The team has been together a long time, except for the new FY1 doctor, a very studious young woman who was much too busy to be stealing benzodiazepines, let alone having time to use them.
At the end of his shift, Guppy heads off towards Penguin Playgroup (technically a nursery - but it was easier to explain this way) to pick up Alex. So far, no calls at work, which has made a nice change. He'd expected a lot more teething problems, but Alex's assigned nursery nurse Michelle has so far given him thorough and mostly positive reports.
He arrives to find that, by some miracle, they've managed to teach Alex to go to into the bathroom before he starts stripping everything off. Alex points proudly to his potty training reward chart, where he now has two stickers for 'Bathroom!'.
"Well done kiddo." Guppy says, grinning at him. "Let's make one of those at home, then you can earn more stickers." One step at a time. I was trying to get him to do two at once, that's why it didn't work.
"Oh, Dr Sandhu, one question." Michelle says, as Alex goes to retrieve his picture (a piece of paper covered entirely in green paint). "How much can Alex read?"
"He doesn't so much read yet as recite." Guppy says. "If he's heard the book enough times, he'll know what it says, and he recognises a couple of words by sight - like his name, and the push sign on doors. But he can't put words together on his own yet. He knows most of his letters though."
"He's clearly very bright." Michelle says, smiling. "Not got into any of those fights you warned us about yet, but he doesn't interact much with the other children. We're going to try and work with him on that."
"Thanks. Alex doesn't really seem to like children very much." Guppy admits. "He's about five months late for engaging in parallel play. He talks to adults though."
"Actually, he sometimes comes up to the other children and talks to them, then goes away again." Michelle says. "Maybe he just doesn't want to do what they're doing?"
"Could be." Guppy nods. "It's good that he's showing some interest, anyway."
Alex returns with his dripping picture. Guppy praises it and tries to hold it so that he won't get green paint everywhere. Alex waves goodbye to Michelle, then they head outside to the car.
At home, Guppy opens up all the baby gates, makes a wall chart, and shows Alex.
"This is the downstairs bathroom." he says, making a sign at Alex height with the word and a picture on. "If you come in here before you take your clothes off, you get a sticker."
Alex looks at the sign, then toddles back into the kitchen. He picks up the cat's bowl, spilling all the biscuits on the floor, then points to the word on it.
"What's that?"
"C A T. Cat." Guppy says, pointing to the letters one at a time. "That's the cat's bowl. Let's pick up the biscuits."
He scoops the biscuits back in, in time for Alex to do the same with the dog's bowl. Oops. Well, if he's interested in words, might as well make the most of this educational opportunity.
With the paper and sellotape, he labels various other things in the kitchen, with Alex bouncing around looking at the words.
Then, he has another thought, and goes to get the Welcome Pack from Alex's new nursery. Michelle has included a picture of each of his classmates, with their name written underneath, to help him get used to them. Guppy digs through until he finds Georgie, the little girl Alex has been talking to the other day.
"See that word Alex? That says Georgie."
"Yeh." Alex says.
"Would you like Georgie to come and play here some time?"
Alex looks at the picture.
"Why?" he asks, eventually.
"So that you two can make friends."
"What's that?" Alex asks.
Guppy considers the question.
"Well, friends are people that you like. Some of my friends are you, and Mummy, and Coral, and lots of people from Milliways, and Dr Wood."
Alex looks confused. Georgie is already made, far as he can tell, unless he's supposed to build her some hands. Are they going to build more people? What with? Duplo doesn't make friends.
Thinking Daddy isn't making much sense, he gets up and wanders off.
