Today is the day I go in for the yearly exercise in indignities and assaults.
This morning, at my desk, I started the day just like any other. I got a cup of coffee, fired up my e-mail, and as my inbox was loading I turned the page on my desk calendar.
And what did I read?
"One hundred and seven incorrect medical procedures will be performed by the end of the day today."Yeah, I'll probably catch a 105 of those.