BMJ 1996; 313 doi: (Published 23 November 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;313:1323
  1. A Marshall Barr

    At least I knew he was ill

    In 1960, two years after qualifying, I joined my father's general practice in Perth, Western Australia. Soon afterwards, wrongly assessing my level of competence, he took my mother off on their first trip to Europe and left me to it. Of the many interesting patients in his singlehanded practice, several were ex-servicemen who had suffered badly in Japanese …

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