We join our GP in a moment of rest, of sleep; breath is slow, steady, fully under the control of the medulla. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rude awakening: the loud squawk of the alarm tears her from her slumber, the fight or flight response switched on, heart racing, breath gasping. After a moment of disorientation she comes to her senses, turns off the incessant noise making her ears ring, realising it’s time for early morning yoga she moans with a sigh at the early hour. The pressure is on to get everything done in preparation to leave the house – teeth, face, shower and breakfast. Her breath is shallow and short as she struggles to get ready on time, she’s late, she’s late!