Wednesday, 1 April 2015



Changing jobs today, and I am pleased to be moving on. As ChocolateAndCream said on the previous post, GP seems pretty love or hate, and I really don't think I liked it. This could be in part to the practice, which I felt abused its junior members and made us perform most of the work, having to stay late, but even without this I still don't think I would have really enjoyed it that much. The last day was hilarious, though. I had gone to hang out with the admin staff over my lunch break to say goodbye to everyone, and was helping one of the admin people open up letters to the GP. They get hundreds a day, as despite it being the 21st century email doesn't seem to have caught on (but fax has become quite popular).

One of these letters was suspiciously bulky, and addressed personally to one of our partners rather than just to 'GP'. Most are thin and typed, as they contain a few sheets of paper about a patient's hospital appointment, but this one was handwritten. I opened it cautiously, half considering that it may be full of anthrax, or some kind of bomb from a slighted patient. Inside I found an A4 sheet with both sides filled with scrawled handwriting, and about 100 pieces of pornography cut out from magazines and papers. The handwritten scrawl was difficult to understand, but seemed to say, in summary, that the patient was very happy with the care he had received from this one of our partners, and was enclosing a selection of 'presents' to thank him inside.

A strange goodbye to GP, it wasn't all bad, but I am going onto paediatrics now and am looking forward to the challenge!