The Brooding Doc's Redemption. Kate Hardy

      Judy shrugged. ‘No more than any other mum who’s got kids with exams coming up in a few weeks and they have to be nagged into revising.’

      ‘Are you waking up at all in the night?’

      ‘Not that I remember. I sleep like the dead.’ She gave him a rueful look. ‘Though my husband’s been complaining about my snoring, and the kids say we do synchronised snoring.’

      He returned her smile. ‘And I bet they told you where it’d embarrass you most.’

      ‘In the post office, where everyone could hear them.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Yes.’

      ‘It could be that you have sleep apnoea.’

      ‘What’s that?’ Judy asked.

      ‘It’s where the soft tissues in your throat relax when you’re asleep and block your airway for a few seconds, which brings your body out of deep sleep. It’s so short you won’t remember waking up. Even though you might think you’ve had a good night’s sleep, you’re not actually getting enough deep sleep to restore your energy levels.’

      Laurie liked the way he’d explained it: concisely, and in layman’s terms, while putting Judy at her ease. Marc was definitely going to be an asset to the team.

      Judy looked worried. ‘Do many people get it?’

      ‘It’s pretty common. About one in every fifty women of your age get it,’ he said. ‘But I need to ask you a few more questions to narrow things down a bit more, if you don’t mind?’

      Marc’s manner was as nice as his voice, Laurie was pleased to discover, and he got a lot of information from Judy while keeping his questions relaxed and sounding concerned rather than aggressive.

      ‘Do you have hay fever or anything like that?’ he asked finally.

      ‘Well, I often get a bit of a sniffle this time of year.’ Judy flapped a dismissive hand. ‘But it’s nothing I’d bother a doctor with.’

      ‘Any symptom’s always worth checking out. That’s what I’m here for,’ he reassured her. ‘I’d like you to have some tests, because from what you’ve told me I think you might well have sleep apnoea. I’ll need to get in touch with the local sleep clinic, but what’ll happen is that they’ll give you a monitor to wear overnight to measure the oxygen in your blood and your breath, plus your heart rate, and then they’ll analyse the data. It’ll take me a couple of days to arrange, if that’s OK? I’ll get Phyllis to ring you as soon as I have some news.’

      ‘Thank you.’ Judy looked surprised. ‘I’d never even heard of sleep apnoea before.’

      ‘It might not be that,’ he reassured her, ‘but I think it’s a possibility and it’s worth checking out. If nothing else, we can cross it off the list of potential causes of your tiredness. You can do some things to help yourself in the meantime. I’m pleased you don’t smoke or drink heavily, as that tends to make sleep apnoea worse, but losing weight would help you. So would sleeping on your side rather than your back.’

      ‘How do I do that?’ she asked.

      ‘The easiest way is to put a tennis ball in a sock and pin it to the back of your nightie, so it’s not comfortable for you to lie on your back.’

      ‘Oh, very sexy,’ she said with a grimace. ‘My husband’s going to wet himself laughing.’

      ‘You said he’s snoring, too. If it disturbs you,’ Marc said, ‘then you can do the same thing to his pyjamas. And tell him it’s on your doctor’s advice.’ Mark smiled.

      ‘I’ll do that.’ She smiled.

      ‘Now—your periods. It says here you’re not on the Pill.’

      ‘No. John had the snip after our son was born.’

      ‘OK. Have you had any problem with taking any tablets with progesterone in the past?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Good. It’s oestrogen that’s making your periods heavy, and the progesterone will help balance that out a bit. You take the tablets for twenty-one days and then stop for seven, and you should find that your periods are a lot more manageable.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Losing weight,’ he said gently, ‘would help you with that as well. Your body produces more oestrogen when you’re overweight.’

      Judy looked upset. ‘It’s not as if I sit there watching TV all night, stuffing my face with doughnuts and burgers.’

      ‘No,’ he replied carefully, ‘but your body’s less efficient as you get older, so every year after you hit forty you’ll need to exercise more and eat less to stay at the same weight. Which is totally unfair, but I guess at least it happens to all of us.’

      ‘Can I suggest something?’ Laurie asked. At Marc’s nod, she continued, ‘I’m about to set up a project for some of our patients who are having problems losing weight. It’s not a judgemental thing, it’s looking at ways we can support you better and help you. Would you like to come along and see what’s on offer?’

      ‘After all the diets I’ve been on, it’s worth a try,’ Judy said. ‘All right.’

      ‘Great. I’ll put you down on my list, and I’ll get in touch with more details later in the week,’ Laurie said.

      Marc printed out the prescription, signed it and handed it to Judy. ‘I’ll get Phyllis to ring you and make an appointment as soon as I hear back from the sleep clinic.’

      ‘Thank you, Dr Bailey.’

      ‘Pleasure. And I meant what I said. If you’re worried about something, no matter how silly you think it is, come and see me. If it’s something you don’t need to worry about, I can tell you so you can stop worrying—and if it is something to worry about, then by telling me we’ve got a better chance of catching it early, which in turn means that treatment will be easier for you.’

      ‘I will.’ She looked relieved. ‘Thank you, Dr Bailey.’

      ‘My pleasure.’

      Marc saw the rest of his patients up to the mid-morning break, then glanced at Laurie. ‘Dare I ask if I passed muster?’

      She rolled her eyes. ‘It wasn’t a test. It was a chance for me to observe how you do things, and maybe learn from you. But, since you asked, yes, you have the skills I’d want my trainees to have. You put patients at their ease, you talk to them in layman’s terms, and you’re a definite improvement on that locum.’

      ‘Thank you. Though, from what I’ve heard this morning, just about anyone would be an improvement on that locum.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘So how did Mrs Reynolds know about your training?’

      ‘This is a small town, Marc. Everyone knows everything.’

      ‘Right.’

      He sounded slightly tense—wary about living his life in a goldfish bowl, maybe. She smiled. ‘It’s not being nosey, it’s caring. It’s being part of the community. Talking of which, my pet project might be useful for you. Obviously you don’t need to lose weight, but it’ll be a quick way for you to get to know a lot of people in the town.’

      ‘So what does it involve?’

      ‘Let’s grab a drink, and I’ll explain.’ In the staff kitchen, she made them both a coffee, then chose a corner chair. ‘We have quite a few patients on the obesity register. I’m looking at trying to stop them developing diabetes or having a CV incident. It’s not all about diet—a few of them have brought in food diaries, and they’ve already made all the simple switches and are eating sensibly.’

      ‘What about exercise?’ Marc asked.

      ‘That’s what I think the problem is. They