Wit'n'Wisdom - 16 November 2012

My initial smug reaction was that while every academic, vet, dentist, naturopath and bone cruncher calls themselves ‘doctor’, when the punters are really sick they want only a ‘medical doctor’ to save the day. Then the realisation hit me that I was the only ‘medical doctor’ on board and I fronted, somewhat chastened, to aisle four.

The young male patient was none too crisp. A probable victim of the influenza B epidemic, he decided to sweat profusely, followed by a faint, a brief fit and a choke on his vomit.

We dusted off the

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