A call at Christmas

BMJ 1995; 311 doi: (Published 23 December 1995) Cite this as: BMJ 1995;311:1701
  1. E Saphier

    I can still remember my first Christmas night call, 50 years ago. It was to a house called Morus Alba. The patient was having severe abdominal pain. The name must have meant a white tree of some sort, but the headlights had not shown up a tree of any sort. After a while I managed to get to a road of almost the same name. There should not, of course, be a road, a street, a close, and an avenue, all within striking distance of each other …

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