Alastair's calling

BMJ 1996; 312 doi: (Published 11 May 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:1233
  1. Trisha Greenhalgh

    My sights were set on a medical career at a tender age. I remember sitting cross-legged on the floor in the school gym hearing a stout, grey-haired woman explain that the allure of medicine faded somewhat when one was called at 2 am to perform a caesarean section on a youngster who had no business being pregnant in the first place. I was enthralled, both by the thought of taking a scalpel to human flesh in the dark hours of the night, and by the implication that I would be entitled (nay, obliged) to dictate whether my patients should attain a particular physiological …

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