Those were the daysBMJ 1998; 316 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.316.7130.560 (Published 14 February 1998) Cite this as: BMJ 1998;316:560
- Liam Farrell, general practitioner
- Crossmaglen, County Armagh
I wish I'd been a doc in the old west; that was the life. A nice little house with a white picket fence, the respect of the hardworking but hospitable townsfolk, picnics with the buckboard, barn dances, hoedowns, and each fall John Wayne would come riding through and we'd go drinking in the saloons, dancing in the streets, and necking in the parlours.
And occasionally the highlight: the posse, the ultimate male bonding experience. Just picture it; stuck in a boring surgery when the sheriff runs in: “Doc, the bank's been robbed.”
I'd git over there as fast as a horny toad …