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BMJ 2007;334:58 (13 January), doi:10.1136/bmj.39086.919051.1F
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My heartfelt thanks to Trilla et al for publishing their novel research.1 I was within a whisker of dedicating myself to a specialty that I would not be suited to. I had thought that my analytical mind and desire to understand the patient holistically might have made me a physician. However being dashedly handsome and standing proudly at 1.85 m, I discover that I am wholly unsuited to my intended path.
I am queasy around blood, faint at the sight of retractors, cannot use a knife and fork, nor tie my own shoe laces. I am allergic to scrubs, terrified of taking consent, and more clumsy than any evolved primate should ever be. Should I be a surgeon? Some would say I am overqualified.
Flummoxed, I find myself with three viable options. At present I hope that late nights and early ward rounds might take their toll. Although they will
Rhys H Thomas, medical senior house officer
1 Gloucestershire Royal Hospital, Gloucester GL1 3NN Rhys-Thomas@doctors.org.uk
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