Drop the “Dear Doctor” hereBMJ 2002; 325 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.325.7359.345 (Published 10 August 2002) Cite this as: BMJ 2002;325:345
- Des Spence (firstname.lastname@example.org), general practitioner
I became a doctor when I was 23 after an enjoyable five years at university. I had travelled, met lots of interesting people, met lots of dull people, been to many wild parties, had great summer jobs, lived in dreadful flats, had stupid hair cuts, worn awful clothes, listened to depressing, angst ridden music, and generally had a bloody fantastic time. I had also worked hard on my studies. I was happy and proud. Like most of my friends I wrote to my bank to change the title on my bank card from Mr to Dr. I also began to use my title when making bookings over the phone and in certain other social situations.
At first it was quite fun and people thought “you're so young to be a doctor.” This lasted to about the …