Work experience

BMJ 1997; 315 doi: (Published 02 August 1997) Cite this as: BMJ 1997;315:317
  1. Trisha Greenhalgh
  1. general practitioner, London

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    The Panda class was sitting in a circle waiting for me. The policeman and lifeboat man were going to be hard acts to follow, but with a new frock, sensible shoes, and leather Gladstone bag I felt every inch the suburban general practitioner.

    They were unimpressed. One 5 year old, voicing the concerns of all the others, asked where my doctor's outfit was. Recalling the tatty white coat, which I don only for debriding ulcers and inserting contraceptive devices, I apologised and said that I had accidentally left it at work. “Don't you think,” urged one crestfallen little girl, “that you should go back and get it?” …

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