Night calls

BMJ 1995; 311 doi: (Published 09 September 1995) Cite this as: BMJ 1995;311:693
  1. Trisha Greenhalgh

    Irecently had a phone call from a friend of a friend, asking to register her family as patients with my practice. Their own general practitioner, apparently, had mismanaged an emergency with their 13 month old baby.

    Young George had been born at 32 weeks and had spent a brief period in a special care unit. Subsequently he had thrived, grown fat, and become thoroughly spoilt. He now divided his time between the breast and a top-of-the-range designer buggy. On the night in question, he had been crimson cheeked for two days and had seen his own doctor the previous evening. She had stripped and examined …

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