My first three years at medical school were good fun. We were not so different from any other students; long holidays, and plenty of time for larking about and socialising. Of course I had to do a lot more science, by an extra year at the beginning, for ‘Pre-med’ or...
In which I get down and dirty with the bedbugs. “Why don’t we spend the summer working as Butlins Redcoats?” said a school friend in Walthamstow Hall, as we discussed this pressing question of how to spend our months of freedom from boarding school. “Lovely,” I...
So, let’s progress backwards and see what had brought me to studying medicine in the first place. I had always wanted to become a doctor, like my mother, preferably a psychiatrist too, which I thought was like her also, though there are considerable differences...
