Ingarsby Lane is a common walk for dogs and their owners, a post lunch stroll for conscientious professionals walking off the calories and for young lovers wanting to get out of parental homes. It’s a place for sharing secrets, quarrels, making-up, breaking-up, coming to terms with loss, thinking about new arrivals, new places and empty […] Read more
Within a few days of qualifying as a doctor in the 60s, I found myself working overnight in the Casualty Department of a large city hospital. These were the days before emergency medicine emerged as a specialty and had permanent medical staff. The initial management of the most acutely ill patients was initiated by […] Read more
I am certain that many folk reading this (well certainly the older ones amongst you) will remember the book written by Richard Gordon entitled Doctor in the House. Richard Gordon was a doctor; his name in real life being Gordon Ostler. He worked for a time as an anaesthetist at St Bartholomew’s Hospital where he […] Read more
The year was 1969 and I was keen to train as a nurse. My two children, a boy and a girl, were now of an age and growing up, allowing me time and energy to plan a career. I was living in Perth at the time and an advert in the local paper just fell […] Read more
I started my nurse training at Park Hospital, Davyhulme in August 1985. It was not quite the days of Matron, aprons, starched hats and silver belt buckles – although the latter two were holding out in some quarters. It was still very hierarchical but informality was beginning to replace the rigid structure of old. It […] Read more
Dr Julie Smith was coming to the end of a busy family planning clinic. During a long and tiring day, she had discussed the merits of contraceptive pills, caps, condoms, coils, implants and surgery over and over again. She feared the disenchantment she felt might become apparent to her patients, or clients, as her boss […] Read more
On 19 July 2010 I had been blue-lighted to Addenbrooke’s Hospital, Cambridge, because my General Practitioner was concerned I was losing consciousness. Following triage, I was scuttled away for a scan of my brain. (See image ) Whilst I was fading into a coma, a doctor told my wife Anne that it was necessary to […] Read more
Hospital life has changed enormously over the last 60 years, no more so than in the way that Christmas is celebrated. In those days a unique seasonal atmosphere developed during Christmas week and for those of us who were fortunate enough to be resident at that time, celebrating Christmas in hospital was a memorable experience. […] Read more
Paul entered the committee room with some trepidation but was grateful when Mr Weston, his consultant boss, beckoned him to sit in an adjacent chair. This was his first appearance representing the junior doctors at the consultants’ meeting. After ‘apologies for absence’ had been noted and the minutes of the previous meeting agreed and signed, […] Read more
On the evening of 7 June 2010, I was being pursued on my 1100cc Moto Guzzi Breva around Suffolk lanes by a RoSPA observer who would pass comment on my ride. However, events shifted because I blacked out whilst approaching a tight left-hand bend, hit a grass verge, and flew with serene motocross elegance into a […] Read more