Bedside Stories: Confessons of a Junior Doctor
Michael
Foxton
Guardian Books, 2003,
£7.99, 164 pages
ISBN 1 843 54032 0
Rating: ****
Every
junior doctor has his or her own collection of hilarious, dark, and
tragic anecdotes, and every doctor despairs about ward politics,
working hours, and other stresses of the NHS. Under his pseudonym,
Michael Foxton has entertained and enlightened with his take on this in
his column in the Guardian, which charted his first three or so
years as a junior doctor. This has now been brought together in
Bedside Stories: Confessions of a Junior
Doctor.
The book begins with
Foxton's first day as a medical house officer in a teaching
hospital in London. When someone has a cardiac arrest, Foxton happens
to be the doctor nearest to the call at the time, but for fear of being
the first to arrive he embarrassingly admits to hiding in the toilet
until more doctors came.
The
frustrations of being a dogsbody for chasing up results and the
exhaustion of working one night in four take their toll. Eventually
Foxton feels that medicine has come to dominate his life: "I
can't look at my girlfriend's forearms without thinking how
easy and satisfying it would be to gently slip a cannula into her
... When we kiss, I'm feeling up
her spine and assessing the best place to insert a lumbar puncture
needle."
He moves on to a
surgery job at a rural district general where boredom kicks in. He
describes two sorts of penis that have come to dominate his
days-the ones he has to catheterise and the ones who do the
surgery. And while we are in that region, Foxton also tells the comical
story of a "patient with a parsnip up his arse." Casualty
follows surgery, and Foxton eventually finds his niche in psychiatry,
where the disillusionment
lifts.
Certain themes come up
throughout the book, and one is Foxton's view of a public with a
negative impression of doctors. Two poignant examples highlight his
dismay. One is the litigious relatives of a patient who come into
hospital armed with a camcorder demanding to know what is going on.
Another is of a patient with a painful ankle who refuses to let him go
to a paediatric crash call because she has been waiting in casualty for
eight hours. The baby died.
Most of
the issues examined have been discussed in the doctors' mess for
many years, but Foxton successfully brings these into the public domain
with an often dark but entertaining prose. This book is essential
reading for all medical students and anyone considering a career in
medicine. It also allows patients and allied health professionals peek
into the mind of a real junior doctorbut they might not like
what they
find.
Syed M A Sohaib fourth year medical student Royal Free and University College Medical School, London
Email: s.sohaib@ucl.ac.uk
studentBMJ 2004;12:133-176 April ISSN 0966-6494