The conker treeBMJ 1997; 315 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.315.7118.1315 (Published 15 November 1997) Cite this as: BMJ 1997;315:1315
- Trisha Greenhalgh, general practitioner
I was more resentful than usual about being on call. Earlier, the children had waved me off to Saturday surgery and asked if I would be back for lunch. We'll go to Hampstead Heath and look for conkers, they had said, hopefully.
But it was now 1 30 pm and there seemed little chance of any daylight hours with the family. I had seen the usual stream of worried well and one genuine emergency. Sulkily, I chewed on a dry cheese sandwich in the car on my way to visit an 83 year old lady who had developed a dense paralysis the day before. …