My One day experience of doctor on 150 words
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I’ll never forget my first day as a doctor. I donned my freshly laundered white coat, swung my new stethoscope around my neck, clipped the newly acquired Parker pen into my shirt pocket, stuffed a copy of the drug formulary into my coat pocket and made my way to the gynaecology ward of the large Dublin hospital where decades ago on the 1st of August I was to be the new medical intern.
She greeted me with a warm smile as she stood at her desk in the ward office. ‘Sister Eileen Doorly’ it said on her name badge. She must have been in her mid 50s and had the bearing of someone to be respected.
Good morning, doctor.
This was the first time anyone like her had called me doctor and my heart missed a beat.
Me: Good morning, Sister. What can I do for you this morning?
Her: Well, you might want to prescribe an anti emetic for the patients post op doctor.
I hesitated. I knew what the drug was but wasn’t sure about a number of other important details. I hesitated. She watched me closely. Smiling kindly. The formulary was within grasp but I left it in my pocket and chose to ask.
What does the professor like to use post op sister?
Her smile broadened.
That would be stemetil doctor
I unclipped the pen and stood with the nib poised over the first drug kardex.
Me: S..t…..
Her: e..m..e..t..i..l.
Me: Thank you. And what dose does he like to use?
Her: 12.5 mgs i.m. twice a day. 6am and 6pm. The rest, is on your name badge, doctor.
She had a twinkle in her eye. She was teasing me but somehow I could sense that she didn’t mean to be rude. Eileen Doorly spent the following three months teaching me everything I needed to know to get through the most demanding year of my career. She did it willingly, she did it with the deepest respect and she did it with discretion. I am forever grateful to her. I never saw her after that year and because I moved overseas for my specialist training I didn’t have the opportunity to thank her. She also taught me that sometimes it pays to let those who work with you teach you things, to show your vulnerable side and to trust them. I published my first academic paper while working on that ward. It set me up to get a place as one of six to be offered a prestigious training job against stiff competition.
Eileen Doorly inspired that work because in that first week on the ward she explained that my job as an intern was not only to provide basic medical care but to support the catholic Irish women who would be told in the course of their admission that they would be unable to bear children. That experience was critical to my decision to choose to specialise in general practice. In the course of my career I have met a number of people like Eileen Doorly, men and women, older, wiser and more experienced. Always willing to teach, always with the patients best interests at heart. Medicine requires team work, it is a demanding profession in which errors can cost lives. Men and women like Eileen Doorly ensure that patients are not harmed despite the many inexperienced doctors who must participate in healthcare to learn the art
She greeted me with a warm smile as she stood at her desk in the ward office. ‘Sister Eileen Doorly’ it said on her name badge. She must have been in her mid 50s and had the bearing of someone to be respected.
Good morning, doctor.
This was the first time anyone like her had called me doctor and my heart missed a beat.
Me: Good morning, Sister. What can I do for you this morning?
Her: Well, you might want to prescribe an anti emetic for the patients post op doctor.
I hesitated. I knew what the drug was but wasn’t sure about a number of other important details. I hesitated. She watched me closely. Smiling kindly. The formulary was within grasp but I left it in my pocket and chose to ask.
What does the professor like to use post op sister?
Her smile broadened.
That would be stemetil doctor
I unclipped the pen and stood with the nib poised over the first drug kardex.
Me: S..t…..
Her: e..m..e..t..i..l.
Me: Thank you. And what dose does he like to use?
Her: 12.5 mgs i.m. twice a day. 6am and 6pm. The rest, is on your name badge, doctor.
She had a twinkle in her eye. She was teasing me but somehow I could sense that she didn’t mean to be rude. Eileen Doorly spent the following three months teaching me everything I needed to know to get through the most demanding year of my career. She did it willingly, she did it with the deepest respect and she did it with discretion. I am forever grateful to her. I never saw her after that year and because I moved overseas for my specialist training I didn’t have the opportunity to thank her. She also taught me that sometimes it pays to let those who work with you teach you things, to show your vulnerable side and to trust them. I published my first academic paper while working on that ward. It set me up to get a place as one of six to be offered a prestigious training job against stiff competition.
Eileen Doorly inspired that work because in that first week on the ward she explained that my job as an intern was not only to provide basic medical care but to support the catholic Irish women who would be told in the course of their admission that they would be unable to bear children. That experience was critical to my decision to choose to specialise in general practice. In the course of my career I have met a number of people like Eileen Doorly, men and women, older, wiser and more experienced. Always willing to teach, always with the patients best interests at heart. Medicine requires team work, it is a demanding profession in which errors can cost lives. Men and women like Eileen Doorly ensure that patients are not harmed despite the many inexperienced doctors who must participate in healthcare to learn the art
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Medical profession is a noble profession. A doctor, if he is true to his work, looks after the ailing humans. Day in and day out he is busy in his noble work of lessening human misery. He treats the patients. He gives them the medicine they need or prescribes it if it is not available with him. He has a word of cheer for everyone. He fills the heart of the patients with hope. He is thus angel employed to fight against the disease.
A day in the life of a doctor begins at dawn. No sooner is he up than he gets ready for the day’s work. After a short breakfast he goes to his clinic. The patients are already there. He sees each in turn and prescribes medicines. This round of duty continues right up to mid-day or even later.
After he has disposed of all the patients, he goes home. He takes his lunch and then rests for a while. Even at this time he is not quite relaxed. The telephone rings again and again. He replies to the queries of his patients with perfect calm and a sense of humor.
In the afternoon he sets out again. He visits the patients, from whom he has received a call. It is quite late when he is free. He then goes to his Clinic. The patients have been waiting impatiently and he prescribes medicines. As soon as he is free, he once again visits some patients. It is late at night that he goes back home.
The dinner is ready. He takes his meals and then goes to bed. This is in short his daily routine for six days of the week. On Sundays he is free and takes up only such cases as cannot be postponed for the next day. The busy life is not without its reward. He earns a handsome amount everyday and leads a happy life.
The doctor’s life is, indeed very busy particularly on days when there is an outbreak of flu or malaria. In those days he is awfully busy and has hardly any time for rest and recreation.
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A day in the life of a doctor begins at dawn. No sooner is he up than he gets ready for the day’s work. After a short breakfast he goes to his clinic. The patients are already there. He sees each in turn and prescribes medicines. This round of duty continues right up to mid-day or even later.
After he has disposed of all the patients, he goes home. He takes his lunch and then rests for a while. Even at this time he is not quite relaxed. The telephone rings again and again. He replies to the queries of his patients with perfect calm and a sense of humor.
In the afternoon he sets out again. He visits the patients, from whom he has received a call. It is quite late when he is free. He then goes to his Clinic. The patients have been waiting impatiently and he prescribes medicines. As soon as he is free, he once again visits some patients. It is late at night that he goes back home.
The dinner is ready. He takes his meals and then goes to bed. This is in short his daily routine for six days of the week. On Sundays he is free and takes up only such cases as cannot be postponed for the next day. The busy life is not without its reward. He earns a handsome amount everyday and leads a happy life.
The doctor’s life is, indeed very busy particularly on days when there is an outbreak of flu or malaria. In those days he is awfully busy and has hardly any time for rest and recreation.
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