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I think I'm a grizzly bear trapped in the body of a doctor

Dr Michelle Drage's gender change leads Copperfield to muse on the concept of being trapped in the wrong body and whether politicians, and he himself, are affected in some way.

Dr Michelle Drage's gender change leads Copperfield to muse on the concept of being trapped in the wrong body and whether politicians, and he himself, are affected in some way.



So the dust has settled on the somewhat startling news that joint chief executive of Londonwide LMCs, Dr Stewart Drage, has changed sex, and wishes to be known as Michelle.

I'm proud that fellow columnists and bloggists have maintained a dignified silence rather than exploit the situation with predictable and puerile comments.

And I'm not going to buck the trend now. After all, for a high profile medico-politician to have gone through the gender reassignment process really must have taken balls.

But it did get me thinking about the concept of a woman being trapped in the body of a man, which is how the tabloids tend to describe these scenarios.

Because I suspect that being XX trapped in the body of XY is probably much more common than we think, and that Xs and Ys could, as they do in algebra, represent just about anything.

For example, my wife - who never reads this blog, for reasons which are just about to become apparent – is, I reckon, Monica Bellucci trapped in the body of, well, my wife.

I'm not sure if the necessary surgery is available on the NHS, especially given that it's body reassignment by proxy, but I'd be prepared to appeal to my PCT on the grounds of the distress caused to me by my wife living this lie. If they turn me down, sod it, I'll pay.

It also occurs to me that politicians suffer a similar problem.

They look tense and hassled not because of the rigours of the job or the stress of having to justify dumb-ass, general practice-decimating decisions, but because they are something trapped in something else.

Specifically, a weasel (or stoat, or lizard, or snake, or anything vicious, slimy or unicellular) trapped in a suit. So perhaps we should be a bit more understanding of their plight.

As they should be of mine. Because now I realise why I'm such an ill tempered, impatient, disillusioned, easily riled, slavering doctor-beast.

It's because the gradual erosion of the job I value has transformed me into a grizzly bear trapped inside the body of a caring sharing GP.

Anyway, I've got it sorted. I shall be making an announcement soon. In the meantime, please call me Ben.

Copperfiel

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