“You have a beautiful smile. Did anyone ever tell you that?” said one of my patients.

Modesty aside, yes, I do get that kind of compliment quite a lot. Maybe it’s the truth. Maybe it’s the anaesthetics. The flattery makes my liver blush but I try not to let it get into my head the way Propofol went into theirs.

Ironically, I don’t smile that much in my photos no more.

*Raven at 3 years old