‘Gang rapes’ and long stays: That was ’80s medical training
In my surgery, I sit at my grandmother’s kidney-shaped wooden desk with its leather top. My view from the desk is a high window with a glass shelf, lined with patent medicine bottles of all sizes, shapes and colours.
They remind me of what were once offered as remedies, like Pink Pills for Pale People (iron oxide and magnesium sulphate), sold as a cure for consumption. I believe this outlook helps me to keep my perspective on modern medical practice and its potential fallibilities.