Further Confessions of a GP
DR BENJAMIN DANIELS
The events described in this book are based on my experiences as a GP. For obvious reasons of privacy and confidentiality I have made certain changes, altered identifying features and fictionalised some aspects. Nonetheless, it remains an honest reflection of life as a doctor in Britain today. This is what itâs like. These things really happen!
This book is dedicated to my family and to coffee. If it wasnât for my family the book would have been finished a year earlier. If it wasnât for coffee, it wouldnât have been finished at all.
Title Page
Disclaimer
Dedication
Introduction
First day
Sarah
Crackhead Kenny I
Maggie I
Brian and Deidre
Maggie II
Communication skills
Maggie III
Maggie IV
Canât be too careful
Crackhead Kenny II
Army medical I
Tummy aches
Glass test
Mr Lorenzo
Pseudoseizures
Antibiotic resistance
Diabetes
Tarig I
Is the quality of NHS care really declining?
Jimmy Savile
Nathan
Army medical II
Betty Ferrari
Smelly bum
Tarig II
Should we know how much health care costs?
Danni I
The NHS, the envy of the world?
Donât look down
Mrs Patrick
Danni II
Unnoticed
Man flu
Medical students
Taking benefits away from addicts
Stuck in the middle
Danni III
Funny X-ray
The coroner
Mr Goodson
Mr Raymond
Hannah
Ted
Should we name and shame doctors who make mistakes?
Pseudocyesis
Playing God
Simon
Removing patients from lists
Bravery
Foreign bodies
Retrieving the gerbil
The chemical cosh
Medical science
Gastric bypass
Karenâs baby
Notes
Nurses I
Nurses II
Paradise
Yes/No
David
Hospital deaths
Sinbad
John
How doctors die
Rita
Neighbours
Letter to myself, 10 years ago
Further Confessions of a GP is part of the bestselling âConfessions Seriesâ. Also available
About the Author
Also by Dr Benjamin Daniels
Copyright
About the Publisher
âOh, and just one more thing, Doc, before I go. Iâm reading this book â¦â With that my patient pulled out a copy of Confessions of a GP from his bag. âHave you read it?â
âNo,â I lied, then added bravely, âIs it any good?â.
âItâs all right, I suppose. Could definitely be a lot funnier and the author comes across as a bit of a self-righteous prat at times. Iâll lend it to you once Iâve finished it, if you like?â
âNah, youâre all right.â
I wrote Confessions of a GP a few years ago, all about my experiences as a newly qualified GP. Partly due to the witty anecdotes and insightful social commentary, but mostly due to the extremely low pricing of the ebook version, it sold surprisingly well, and so I decided to write this sequel. I penned the first book while working as a nomadic locum doctor. I have now settled as a partner in an inner city practice and I also work a regular shift each week in our local A&E department.
These are my further confessions.
âYouâre not Dr Bailey.â
âNo, Dr Baileyâs wife had a stroke yesterday and he is taking some time off to help care for her.â
âBut whoâs going to look after me?â
âWell, Iâm going to be looking after Dr Baileyâs patients while heâs away.â
âYouâre no good,â Mrs Patrick huffed, looking me up and down. âYou donât even know me. I always see Dr Bailey. Whenâs he coming back?â
âI donât know. His wife is really quite poorly.â
Mrs Patrick tutted loudly and I was left wondering if she was more upset with me for not being Dr Bailey, or Dr Baileyâs wife for selfishly having a stroke.
âMight I be able to help at all? Whatâs brought you into the doctorâs surgery today?â
By this stage I was rather hoping that her obvious lack of faith in my abilities would lead to a short and easy consultation, but unfortunately Mrs Patrick sat glued to the seat for another 30 minutes. An endless array of intolerable sufferings were described in gruesome detail, but before allowing me to offer any possible solutions, she would curtly remind me that I couldnât possibly help and how dreadful it was that Dr Bailey had left her in the lurch like this.
Most of the morningâs patients offered a little more sympathy for Dr Baileyâs predicament, but none seemed to consider me a worthy understudy. By the time I drove off on my first visit of my new job, I was feeling thoroughly demoralised.