Last Monday's Sydney Morning Herald wrote ~ HERE
Working in the Chevron Hotel Kings Cross in 1978 ...
I cut my finger ...
the bar manager sent me up the road to his GP ...
he stitched my finger ...
the story began!!!
Ray became our family GP.
Long before he'd ever thought about addiction ...
long before anything and everything he became so well known for.
We were on the same page.
For 35 years we shared secrets.
We listened to each other when life gave us the shits ...
we frequently took too long with a consultation ...
we were like a pair of naughty kids going over time ...
purposely irritating the surgery receptionist and the waiting patients ...
there's no words ...
my heart is heavy ...
