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If Accepting The Odd Goat
concentrated on the author's recollections of a picaresque past
in British medicine, this companion volume takes the reader
behind the scenes of medicine as it was, and is. What can you
expect if you are taken ill while travelling and you are lucky
enough, if luck is the word, to have a medic travelling with
you? And just as worrying, what can he or she expect? Why do
British doctors have such a bewildering number of letters after
their names, when doctors abroad seem to get by with two? How is
it that doctors in Japan, or Portugal, to take random examples,
write medical papers in such remarkably fluent English? And
express their thoughts and findings so accurately? Or do they?
How are doctors chosen for promotion – or rather, how were they
chosen, compared to the present day? Must all medical
job-seekers be asked how they are going to cope in their
wheelchair? Why is it that medical conferences are invariably
held in resorts with a great deal of social activity to distract
them? Would it not do doctors a world of good to be patients
occasionally? How can you recognise a good surgeon at a glance,
without poring over official statistics or consulting league
tables? How do you convince your doctor there's anything wrong
with you? Is the internet really your medical friend? Or for
that matter, is your trusted doctor always on your side? How is
a doctor to behave when he is press-ganged by friends and
family? Are rude patients bracing? To these and other questions,
only marginally related to the healing arts, if at all (such as
what is the etiquette when the Queen is having her tea?) this
memoir has entertaining, even ribald, answers, all based on
actual events, comic, curious, or merely grotesque. |
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