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Post 55 Arrogant Doctor comes a Cropper

‘Hello; you’re through to the Middleton Hospital, good morning.’ If Sarah had said that once, she had said it ten thousand times. She had been the senior telephonist at the hospital for many years. It was a job she loved, and she prided herself on her efficiency. ‘Get me Davies, will you,’ instructed the caller. Surprised by the caller’s tone, Sarah paused before replying. ‘We have a couple of gentlemen in the hospital called Davies, which Mr Davies do you wish to contact?’ ‘Davies on the medical unit.’ ‘Oh you mean, Doctor Davies,’ Sarah replied, emphasising the word Doctor. She held the hospital’s senior physician in high regard. ‘Yes, Dr Davies, and be quick about it.’ The caller’s tone upset Sarah. ‘May I enquire who’s calling, please?’ ‘My name’s irrelevant. Now hurry, will you? I’ve not got all day!’ It was Tuesday morning, and Sarah knew that Dr Chris Davies would be seeing patients in the Out-Patient Department and wouldn’t wish to be interrupte

Post 54 Quiz + short story

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Name the meals These are all popular meals, the clues are given as the initial letter together with the number of letters in the word.   Example     S5 A3 K6 P3   would be     Steak and Kidney Pie              1.  T4    I 2    T3  H4              2.    I 5    S4          3.  B5  B5  O2  T5        4.   C3  A2  V3        5.  C7  P6        (though some people might say C7 P5)        6.   S5  A3  K6  P3        7.    L5  M8  P3         8.     F4  A3  C5         9.    P 5 M10        10    J3  R4  P4         11.  S6  T6  P7         12.   C6   P7 Answers at foot of this short 'Food' story My patient came through the door, waddled across the room, then slowly eased himself into the chair. It groaned under his weight. One look at him told me he was obese, but the protocol dictated that I calculate his Body Mass Index. The measurement would be the base-line against which his efforts at weight loss, and my success as a dietitian, would be measured. ‘

Post 53 Christmas Day in Hospital 50 Years Ago

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For those of us who, as young doctors and nurses, lived in the hospital in the 60s and 70s, Christmas Day was a memorable experience thanks to the great efforts made by the staff to create a cheerful   atmosphere for those unfortunate enough to be ill and away from home at this special time. On Christmas morning the hospital was visited by the local brass band.   Usually it was possible for all the musicians to squeeze on to each ward, but if not, the band played exuberantly in the corridors, adding to the festive occasion. With the ward doors thrown wide open, the sound of  old familiar carols floating in warmed the hearts of every patient. Later, Father Christmas arrived with an enormous sack of presents on his back. He spoke easily and pleasantly with each of the patients. The Ward Sister accompanied him on his round, advising him on the most suitable present for each patient, generally a bottle of beer for the men or, if they were unable to take food by mouth, a gent’s handkerc