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Sqad, I’d Be Very Interested
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To hear about some of your experiences as a surgeon.
I’ve just watched Surgeons at the edge of Life, on catch-up. It was about a live kidney donor, and a reversal of an ileostomy. I was glued to the TV and wished I was in theatre as one of the theatre nurses, really think I missed my vocation :/
Anyhow, it made me think about you and your life as a surgeon.
Which was your favourite type of op? And the worst? Did you ever consider any other type of surgery, and if so, why choose ENT? How far down the throat does an ENT surgeon go? How do you operate on someone’s inner ear, bit of a tight squeeze I’d have thought?
Obviously, if you’re not happy to answer, or uninterested in answering, that’s ok. I’m just very curious (or nosey).
Hope you’re doing ok today x
I’ve just watched Surgeons at the edge of Life, on catch-up. It was about a live kidney donor, and a reversal of an ileostomy. I was glued to the TV and wished I was in theatre as one of the theatre nurses, really think I missed my vocation :/
Anyhow, it made me think about you and your life as a surgeon.
Which was your favourite type of op? And the worst? Did you ever consider any other type of surgery, and if so, why choose ENT? How far down the throat does an ENT surgeon go? How do you operate on someone’s inner ear, bit of a tight squeeze I’d have thought?
Obviously, if you’re not happy to answer, or uninterested in answering, that’s ok. I’m just very curious (or nosey).
Hope you’re doing ok today x
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LOL.......where do I start?
From a child I always wanted to be a doctor as much as the doctor was the only one in the community with a car as a vocational choice.
I used every excuse to go to A&E and every excuse to linger and smell that particular smell of ether..........just loved it.
Problem was that I was brought up by my grandparents, uneducated and grandad was a labourer on the railway and was in no way encouraged to be a doctor, as it was above my "station".
My future was, in their eyes....."on the railway".
I obtained a scholarship to the local grammar school, loved it and flourished, not academically, but at sport which was to become an important part of getting into medical school......that was in the 50's.
London teaching hospitals were my aim, but the competition was great BUT sport was essential in those days to get into Barts, Thomas's, Guys or indeed any teaching hospital in London.
I was accepted as a medical student in 1953 at the London Hospital as it was then, but is now the Royal London.
So much to do, so many interesting people to meet, my studies suffered , I didn't work hard enough, but I qualified as a doctor in 1959.
I regret not working hard enough at Med School.
My post qualification details span the rest of my life, which gave me the chance to study as I should have done and then go on to take post graduate qualifications, which may be boring to AB.
I will stop now, but will continue if need be......LOL
From a child I always wanted to be a doctor as much as the doctor was the only one in the community with a car as a vocational choice.
I used every excuse to go to A&E and every excuse to linger and smell that particular smell of ether..........just loved it.
Problem was that I was brought up by my grandparents, uneducated and grandad was a labourer on the railway and was in no way encouraged to be a doctor, as it was above my "station".
My future was, in their eyes....."on the railway".
I obtained a scholarship to the local grammar school, loved it and flourished, not academically, but at sport which was to become an important part of getting into medical school......that was in the 50's.
London teaching hospitals were my aim, but the competition was great BUT sport was essential in those days to get into Barts, Thomas's, Guys or indeed any teaching hospital in London.
I was accepted as a medical student in 1953 at the London Hospital as it was then, but is now the Royal London.
So much to do, so many interesting people to meet, my studies suffered , I didn't work hard enough, but I qualified as a doctor in 1959.
I regret not working hard enough at Med School.
My post qualification details span the rest of my life, which gave me the chance to study as I should have done and then go on to take post graduate qualifications, which may be boring to AB.
I will stop now, but will continue if need be......LOL
No naomi, never heard of it.
About the easiest exams that I ever came across was the qualifying exams to become a doctor of medicine....how I passed with my knowledge I still find confusing. The "Finals" were all about examining patients, being interrogated and not saying something stupid and that I managed to do.
Grandad had died, maternal mother remarried but was in contact and I sent a telegram:
"Coming home this weekend, Dr sqad.".....LOL...everyone missed the DR. bit.
At that time, one had to do 6 months medicine, 6 months surgery at a credited hospital before one's name could be put on the medical register and practice the art of medicine, whether going into GP or into hospital practice, joining what were then called "firms" (Consultant..Senior Registrar, registrar, house surgeon) in order of seniority........each firm having 4 doctors and you were responsible 24 hours a day for the patient's under the care of your boss.
About the easiest exams that I ever came across was the qualifying exams to become a doctor of medicine....how I passed with my knowledge I still find confusing. The "Finals" were all about examining patients, being interrogated and not saying something stupid and that I managed to do.
Grandad had died, maternal mother remarried but was in contact and I sent a telegram:
"Coming home this weekend, Dr sqad.".....LOL...everyone missed the DR. bit.
At that time, one had to do 6 months medicine, 6 months surgery at a credited hospital before one's name could be put on the medical register and practice the art of medicine, whether going into GP or into hospital practice, joining what were then called "firms" (Consultant..Senior Registrar, registrar, house surgeon) in order of seniority........each firm having 4 doctors and you were responsible 24 hours a day for the patient's under the care of your boss.
