Paul was travelling south on the train, sitting gloomily by the window, every mile taking him closer to London and the rigors of the examination. If he was successful, he would become a fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons, a vital step on the road to a career as a surgeon. He reflected on […] Read more
For those of us who lived or worked in 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 […] Read more
Erm… Please pardon me for interrupting….Just thought I’d say “Hello” See it’s your turn again! At least they’ll see me at my best today, not wishy-washy like when Dr Dishwasher makes it. HE hasn’t got a clue. I just can’t do my job properly when he’s around; HE always leaves me weak, unable […] Read more
How well I remember my first sight of Marilyn, wearing her pristine pink overall as she bent over the deep ward kitchen sink; arms and elbows deep in soap suds. Never was the phrase ‘they have a face as if they are chewing a wasp’ more appropriate; indeed she looked as if she had not only chewed the […] Read more
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