From the coroner to chocolate fountains
With 2008 well underway, life returns to normal for the most of us. Last week to start though was a phone call we all dread “the coroner wishes to speak to you” it is the call that sends a shiver down the spine of every GP trainee (and many GP’s for that matter).
With 2008 well underway, life returns to normal for the most of us. Last week to start though was a phone call we all dread "the coroner wishes to speak to you" it is the call that sends a shiver down the spine of every GP trainee (and many GP's for that matter).
That was just the start to a week where I encountered the part of General Practice called living with uncertainty.
The endless CSA practice continues, my date is now confirmed as we begin the predictable speculation of what cases cold turn up. Our group has managed to take hostage a previous candidate of the last CSA sitting.
However despite our SAS style interrogations they refuse to give up which cases came up, the RCGP gagging order obviously works well. Releasing these details is clearly punishable by a career in public health.
This week-end though was an encounter far worse than any consultation, a time when I positively wanted to run a mile – going to a wedding fayre.
For those of you not at this stage of your life yet I can only explain it like entering a room of drug representatives – but far worse. First there are the niceties – "so when are you getting married" followed by "oh that's such a lovely time of the year" which seems to be the answer whatever the month.
Then follows the usual sales patter , throw in a freebie or sample and then quietly the price in muttered. I somehow manage to keep my poker face at this stage, take their contact details while quietly edging away toward the obligatory chocolate fountain.GP apprentice