Where I practiced is a small town situated near the coal mines in West Yorkshire most of my paitent came from miners family.But when I started my practice there the whole town is in a devastating situation because of the pits were closed.It was just after the miners strike and the whole area is highest in unemployement.Crime was rampant and people are in a desperate situation.
In the beginning I was downhearted but when I came to know the people and the place it wasn't half as bad as I thought.People are friendly and down to earth although simple and not very educated.Most of them were working class only a very few were of middle class.The working class people are beautifull and good natured and honest only the middle class could be sometimes tricky.Igot along with them fine and within a short period I became a well accepted person in the town.
I tried to be honest with them and told them that I dont know everything but I will try my very best to help them.If they need to see the specialist I will not hesitate to reffer them to hospital.They acepted that and they think I am somebody who they could come for help if they had any health problem.
to be continued.......
Friday, 28 May 2010
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
THE TALES OF WAKERDIDDY.
Wakerdiddy is a small town in the north of England in Yorkshire.The people who live are weak in the head and strong in the arms in other words they are not very clever but simple and honest country folks.The town had one main road and population of 17000 inhabitants.They were look after by a health authority called "Primary care trust" or P.C.T. The health authority is lead by a highly sexed nurse and pen pushing doctor.Iam going to tell you the story of this place and how the health of the people are managed there. This is a fiction based on true facts.For I know a GP who practice there who was love by his patients and hated by the P.C.T. because he try to give his patient the best medical care they can have.P.C.T. do not care about the people of Wakerdiddy but only care about the cost because they are in debts for £30 millions health spendings.P.C.T dont like doctors prescribing good drugs to patients because good drugs cost more money.So the story goes......
P.C.T or the waste of space
The health authorities called PRIMARY CARE TRUST or P.C.T they are the enemy of the people and they should be abolished.Wakerdiddy PCT is the the worse of all.Lead by the nurse called Ellen Fattymer.She is a fucking bitch who put bananna in her vagina in a party. That kind of people are leading the health service in Wakerdiddy. What hope have we got.Thats why the death rate is high in Wakerdiddy than any part of country.They controlled the prescribing and nurses services in Wakerdiddy and the Doctors hands are tied by them. There are doctors like Dr Patrick Kernshaw who is a brainless idiot very weak in knowledge of medicine but very good in pen pushing, becomes the director.He always talk in front of people that he is the pay master.If only we can get rid of people like Ellen Fattymer the bitch on heat and Patrick Kernshaw the idiot pen pusher people from Wakerdiddy will have a good health service.As for myself I would like to say to hell with PCTs and the likes.They can go to hell.F**k them all.(This is all a fiction so dont take it seriouslly)
Monday, 24 May 2010
SEND THEM HOME IN A BANNA BOAT.
I want my inlaws to be send back home to Burma in a Banana boat a quickly as possible.I can't stand these stupid, lazy, ignorant people.They only come to England for dole money and a council house.Pathetic losers they are. Not only that they are ,making our family life hell.If any one knows how to report them to home office please let me know. I will report the whole lot of them to be deported from UK.I am Burmese myself but I am British citizen now.I don't like to see foreiners exploiting the country.I am also a taxpayer and had worked all my life not like the f**king immigrants. My inlaws they really make me ashamed of my being Burmese.I want to show that Burmese are honest hard working people not dozers like my inlaws they make people look down on Burmese immigrants.I am also an immigrant but Ihave worked hard all my life.
INLAWS AND PARASITES.
My inlaws are parisites to our family.My mother inlaw is 80 years old shrivelled women with only one tooth in her mouth.She said she was pretty when she was young but it could have fooled me. My brother inlaw is a nincompoof who had no idea how to earn a living.And his wife is brainless women whose only attribute is her big boobs.Out of all their family only my wife is a doctor and can earned a decent living.The rest of them are parasites.
Their daughter my inlaw niece is 18 year old now and they refused to give her a birthday party for her.The girl is also diddy headed and cannot onderstand her parents.Her parents wants her to be typical burmese and would not let her wear short pants in summer.If they want to be so burmese why dont they go back to Burma and live there.I would like to say " SEND THEM HOME IN A BANNA BOAT TO BURMA"
Their daughter my inlaw niece is 18 year old now and they refused to give her a birthday party for her.The girl is also diddy headed and cannot onderstand her parents.Her parents wants her to be typical burmese and would not let her wear short pants in summer.If they want to be so burmese why dont they go back to Burma and live there.I would like to say " SEND THEM HOME IN A BANNA BOAT TO BURMA"
Saturday, 22 May 2010
ALL MY INLAWS.
While I am talking about my life as a doctor.I must tell you a storey about my inlaws who came from Burma.I mother inlaw, a brother in law, a sister inlaw.They give my family a lot of troubles.They only come to Emgland to live on social security but not to work.For them UK is the land of plenty where people do not have to work for a living.So they become very dependant on my wife and me for their living.They are very lazy and want money from us all the time.They think we are bottomless pit from which they could get as much money as they like.In other words they are bloody nusience.Even when I retired I still have to support them.This morning my mother inlaw want to go to hairdresser and we have to give £40 for her to have a hair do.My brother inlaw is the most lazy person I ever come across in my life.He was a dentist in Burma but when he come to UK he dont want to be dentist and live on dole money.They are poor because of their own fault but they blamed it on the Burmese goverment.They are all stupid lazy and pathetic.Thats all I can say and always emotionally blackmail my wife.
to be continued......
to be continued......
Monday, 10 May 2010
A Tale of Two Indian Doctors
I was told an interesting story by a former patient who now lives in Torquay. He was waiting in the queue at reception and overheard a man asking if he could see a doctor.
At the time there was no appointments system and people just turned up. My former senior partner (Dr. S.) and a younger doctor (Dr. Q.) were the two doctors at the practice in those days. Both came from India but their approach to patients was totally different. The younger doctor clearly was favourite as can be confirmed by the conversation that was reported to me:
Patient: "Is Dr. Q. on tonight?"
Receptionist: "No, it's Dr. S."
Patient: "Oh bloody 'ell!"
Yet another example of the outspoken Yorkshireman who made it clear he did not want to see the senior partner at the practice. He was not alone.
At the time there was no appointments system and people just turned up. My former senior partner (Dr. S.) and a younger doctor (Dr. Q.) were the two doctors at the practice in those days. Both came from India but their approach to patients was totally different. The younger doctor clearly was favourite as can be confirmed by the conversation that was reported to me:
Patient: "Is Dr. Q. on tonight?"
Receptionist: "No, it's Dr. S."
Patient: "Oh bloody 'ell!"
Yet another example of the outspoken Yorkshireman who made it clear he did not want to see the senior partner at the practice. He was not alone.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
In the Footsteps of a Legend
My surgery was for many years run by a doctor who was a local legend. He was respected by the local community and his patients were very sad when the day finally came for him to retire.
For a brief period an Australian doctor took over the practice. He soon became liked and respected for his easy-going style. He did not stay very long and was soon replaced by an Indian doctor.
The people of Normanton are generally friendly and welcome newcomers to the town. Unfortunately the Indian doctor did not have the right approach to settling into the area. His attitude was simply not right. He could have helped himself considerably by maintaining the standards set by those before him.
Patients noticed a fall in standards at the surgery. The waiting room was not being kept as clean as it once was. One patient was more than a little upset when he found the toilet was not very clean. His comments were typical of the style of speaking in the area. He said: "It's all reight foh them buggers, they stand up ont seat."
In these days of political correctness such comments may be considered racist. In reality the comments were just those of a plain-speaking Yorkshireman.
For a brief period an Australian doctor took over the practice. He soon became liked and respected for his easy-going style. He did not stay very long and was soon replaced by an Indian doctor.
The people of Normanton are generally friendly and welcome newcomers to the town. Unfortunately the Indian doctor did not have the right approach to settling into the area. His attitude was simply not right. He could have helped himself considerably by maintaining the standards set by those before him.
Patients noticed a fall in standards at the surgery. The waiting room was not being kept as clean as it once was. One patient was more than a little upset when he found the toilet was not very clean. His comments were typical of the style of speaking in the area. He said: "It's all reight foh them buggers, they stand up ont seat."
In these days of political correctness such comments may be considered racist. In reality the comments were just those of a plain-speaking Yorkshireman.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
THE PAITENT WHO NEVER DIE.
So the story continues......
While I was practing in Normanton I had reffered a patient to bowel surgeons because he had a bowel problem.He got an appointment to see the consultant bowel surgeon in Pontefract General Infirmary in few weeks.The consultant surgeon did the biopsy of his bowels and told him that he had bowel cancer and will die in one year.So the patient went home and prepaed for his death.Firstly he made a will for his wife and children. Then he redecorated his house so that his wife will not have to decorated it again.Then he went to the undertakers and paid for his funeral. He evan arranged how he want to be creamated and also organised the church for his own funeral services.He did everything he needed to do before he die.But he goes on living and after a year his friends and neighbours keep saying " You are suppose to die now,why are you still here". So he came to see me and said that he is very embarassed to go on living when he is supposed to die and everyboby is complaining becouse he not dead.So I send him back to see the bowel surgeon.And he found out it was the wrong biopsy result and it was meant for another patient he was not suppose to die from the beginning.So he sue the consultant for the cost of his preparation to die.
While I was practing in Normanton I had reffered a patient to bowel surgeons because he had a bowel problem.He got an appointment to see the consultant bowel surgeon in Pontefract General Infirmary in few weeks.The consultant surgeon did the biopsy of his bowels and told him that he had bowel cancer and will die in one year.So the patient went home and prepaed for his death.Firstly he made a will for his wife and children. Then he redecorated his house so that his wife will not have to decorated it again.Then he went to the undertakers and paid for his funeral. He evan arranged how he want to be creamated and also organised the church for his own funeral services.He did everything he needed to do before he die.But he goes on living and after a year his friends and neighbours keep saying " You are suppose to die now,why are you still here". So he came to see me and said that he is very embarassed to go on living when he is supposed to die and everyboby is complaining becouse he not dead.So I send him back to see the bowel surgeon.And he found out it was the wrong biopsy result and it was meant for another patient he was not suppose to die from the beginning.So he sue the consultant for the cost of his preparation to die.
My Senior Partner and the Patients
My senior partner at the practice came from India. His age and cultural background were reflected in his interpersonal skills with patients. Many of them thought he was more than a little abrupt at times.
One day an elderly lady sought his advice regarding her worry that she was losing so much of her hair. The patient was no doubt hoping that some treatment may be available to stop or reduce the hair loss. The doctor did not show a great deal of understanding for her plight, as can be seen from the conversation that took place between him and his patient:
Patient: "What do you think the problem is, doctor?"
Doctor: "You are going bald."
People in Yorkshire are accustomed to straight speaking but I doubt if the patient was expecting such a cold-hearted response to her request for help.
One day an elderly lady sought his advice regarding her worry that she was losing so much of her hair. The patient was no doubt hoping that some treatment may be available to stop or reduce the hair loss. The doctor did not show a great deal of understanding for her plight, as can be seen from the conversation that took place between him and his patient:
Patient: "What do you think the problem is, doctor?"
Doctor: "You are going bald."
People in Yorkshire are accustomed to straight speaking but I doubt if the patient was expecting such a cold-hearted response to her request for help.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
NON JE NE REGRETTE RIEN
So the story continues......
After a year or so I got used to being called "CORK" but actually in Normanton it means something precious.The people of Normanton are not very clever but they are honest country folks and friendly, if they dont like you they will tell you to your face but if they like you ,you can get away with murder.I haven't murdered any one but there are people who are my patients they said to me" I cant talk anything bad about you in the pub if someone overheared me he will come and defend you".Thats how they are in Normanton.So I got eyes and ears in Normanton.My eyes and ears are my patients and they are very loyal to me.And I liked that.Even now when I have retired there are many patients still keeping intouch with me and talked to me and seeked my advise.I tried to help them as much as I could but I am not superman or a magician so I cannot wave a magic wand to get rid of all their problems. I wished I could.I honestly wished I could have a magic wand to make their troubles go away.
to be continued.......
After a year or so I got used to being called "CORK" but actually in Normanton it means something precious.The people of Normanton are not very clever but they are honest country folks and friendly, if they dont like you they will tell you to your face but if they like you ,you can get away with murder.I haven't murdered any one but there are people who are my patients they said to me" I cant talk anything bad about you in the pub if someone overheared me he will come and defend you".Thats how they are in Normanton.So I got eyes and ears in Normanton.My eyes and ears are my patients and they are very loyal to me.And I liked that.Even now when I have retired there are many patients still keeping intouch with me and talked to me and seeked my advise.I tried to help them as much as I could but I am not superman or a magician so I cannot wave a magic wand to get rid of all their problems. I wished I could.I honestly wished I could have a magic wand to make their troubles go away.
to be continued.......
Monday, 3 May 2010
NON,JE NE REGRETTE RIEN.(I have no regrets)
I have been a GP in Normanton for more than 20 years. I am retired now, but if anyone asked me whether I want to be practicing as a GP somewhere else other than Normanton, or if I have any regrets being a GP in Normanton, my answer would be " Non, je ne regrette rien"( I have no regrets)like the song of the French singer Madame Edith Piaf .
When I accepted the post as GP in Normanton, I thought I had landed in a dump. At that time the pits had recently closed and there was alot of unemployment in that area. Many of the people were poor. There was a lot of petty crime in the area and hardly any middle class. I felt downhearted and thought I had chosen the wrong place to practice.
After a few months of practicing I found that the folks in Normanton, though they may be poor, were very decent people. Whenever I went out to visit a patient I was welcomed into their house . They let me sit in the best place in the house and offered me a cup of tea. I began to like these people, their simplicity and their honesty. Over time I became attached to these people.
Some older generation patients didn't call me doctor. They would call me "Cock." Typically they would greet me on the streets by shouting out loud: "Eh up cock" when I passed by them.
to be continued........
When I accepted the post as GP in Normanton, I thought I had landed in a dump. At that time the pits had recently closed and there was alot of unemployment in that area. Many of the people were poor. There was a lot of petty crime in the area and hardly any middle class. I felt downhearted and thought I had chosen the wrong place to practice.
After a few months of practicing I found that the folks in Normanton, though they may be poor, were very decent people. Whenever I went out to visit a patient I was welcomed into their house . They let me sit in the best place in the house and offered me a cup of tea. I began to like these people, their simplicity and their honesty. Over time I became attached to these people.
Some older generation patients didn't call me doctor. They would call me "Cock." Typically they would greet me on the streets by shouting out loud: "Eh up cock" when I passed by them.
to be continued........
Flu jabs
Hi folks every year just before the flu season GPs have to organise flu vaccintions for patients who are elderly or suffer from chronic illness. A patient of mine came to see me because he was worried about his 18 year old daughter who suffers from asthma and was refusing to have the flu vaccination. I advised him to make an appointment for his daughter to see me and reassured him that I would try to persuade her that it was in her best interests to have the flu vaccination. He made the appointment as advised.
The following day the girl arrived at my surgery to see me. I explained to her that because she suffers from asthma it is very important that she be given the vaccination to prevent her from getting flu. She accepted my advice and agreed to have the jab. I told her to get herself ready while I prepared the vaccine.
When I returned to the consultation room I was shocked and somewhat embarrassed to see the girl lying on the couch naked. I said: "I am only going to give you an injection in your arm, there was no need for you to undress." The girl replied: " Aren't you going to inject it in my flu?" as she pointed her finger at her private parts. I told her to get dressed. I later gave her the injection in the arm.
Her comment had left me completely confused until I found out that the word "flu" was used by locals to describe the femail private parts. The moral is that it is essential to explain to a patient exactly what is involved with a particular procedure before going ahead with it.
The following day the girl arrived at my surgery to see me. I explained to her that because she suffers from asthma it is very important that she be given the vaccination to prevent her from getting flu. She accepted my advice and agreed to have the jab. I told her to get herself ready while I prepared the vaccine.
When I returned to the consultation room I was shocked and somewhat embarrassed to see the girl lying on the couch naked. I said: "I am only going to give you an injection in your arm, there was no need for you to undress." The girl replied: " Aren't you going to inject it in my flu?" as she pointed her finger at her private parts. I told her to get dressed. I later gave her the injection in the arm.
Her comment had left me completely confused until I found out that the word "flu" was used by locals to describe the femail private parts. The moral is that it is essential to explain to a patient exactly what is involved with a particular procedure before going ahead with it.
MENU FOR THE ROTARY
There was this funny thing that happened in Normanton practice when I first joined the practice.My senior partner was an asian doctor and had a very heavy indian accent. One day he phone one of his patients who is a pig manure maker to deliver some manure for his rose trees since he was a keen gardener.
He said " I want some manure for the rose tree."but the chap on the other end of the line said "Oh! yes doctor I got it I will put it through the letter box."
My senior partner said " No I don't want it through the letter box,I want it in the garden."
What happened is the patient heard that the doctor wanted The menu for the Rtory Club in Normanton.Thats why he said he will put it through the letter box but the doctor want the manure delivered in his garden for his rose trees.
See how an accent could change the whole meaning of the conversation.
He said " I want some manure for the rose tree."but the chap on the other end of the line said "Oh! yes doctor I got it I will put it through the letter box."
My senior partner said " No I don't want it through the letter box,I want it in the garden."
What happened is the patient heard that the doctor wanted The menu for the Rtory Club in Normanton.Thats why he said he will put it through the letter box but the doctor want the manure delivered in his garden for his rose trees.
See how an accent could change the whole meaning of the conversation.
Normanton Practice
I have been a GP in Normanton since 1990 to 2008.I retired due to ill health.During the years of practice I have found out that to be a good GP and to be helpfull to the patients all you need is a pleasent personality and understanding of the problems that your patient have.I have never patronised any of my patient and truely tried to help my patients,which make me a very popular doctor in Normanton.I started with 1500 patients when I took over the practice from my senior partner Dr M.S.He retired due to ill health in 1993. but when I left the practice in 2007 there are 3000 patients registered in my practice.I have sold my practice to a group of doctors but they had messed it up and now they have only half of the patients left in the surgery.The patients are unhappy with the new doctors and new management and they have all move to other neighbouring practices in Normanton. Still a lot of my patients who knows my phone number or email still contact me and seek advise whether the treatment they are getting from the new doctors are right for them.Ihad to admit I dont know everything but what I know I know well. Even when I am retired Iam recieving many phone calls and email from my patients for medical advise.
to be continued..........
to be continued..........
NORMANTON PRACTICE
Hi folks, I am a retired general practitioner. For nearly 20 years I practiced single handedly in a small suburban town called Normanton in West Yorkshire. In 2008 I retired after suffering a cerebral hemorrhage brought on by stress. I decided that the time was right to retire and I am now a man of leisure enjoying life to the full. No more getting up early in the morning to get to surgery by 8.30 am and finishing at 6.30pm if Iam lucky.
The following chapters are a factual account of my life as a GP in Normanton. In order to observe confidentiality I have not mentioned the real names of any persons but the events that happened are true.
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The following chapters are a factual account of my life as a GP in Normanton. In order to observe confidentiality I have not mentioned the real names of any persons but the events that happened are true.
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