One of the best things about having a really rude cardiologist (as opposed to the new and really nice one) is that you can spend a few minutes outside with the camera in the carpark debating whether you suck it up (the rudeness and the god complex) or stick it up (and attempt an adult discussion about the value of listening, respect and how his 70% statement of accuracy does not inspire confidence. I opted for the latter approach).
They say success has a thousand fathers while failure is an orphan. The feedback didn't go as well as I'd intended so Orphan Ali and camera headed off to the carpark to seek solace and beauty underfoot. Leaves, roots and nuts - treading on beauty.