Re-posing the diversity question

Re-posing the diversity question

Oh, how they quivered! They shuffled in their seat, they looked at each other, their heart missed a beat. Not sure it was a triumph. It was clear they were caught unawares of something. Some unsavoury thought? They had to ask me the diversity question: ‘how would you...
Recalling my time in neurosurgery

Recalling my time in neurosurgery

As a junior doctor I spent six months working on a neurosurgical ward of a London hospital. This job was unlike any I had worked before. The hours were long and the work intensive. Our rota of four doctors was only filled by three of us, meaning at times a 1:2 on-call...
Re-writing conversations

Re-writing conversations

The phone started to ring; a withheld number. In an instant my palms became sweaty and my heart rate seemed to double. My husband and I were on the way to visit our 8 week old daughter in hospital. Having been ‘promoted’ from the intensive care nursery to...
Re-consenting

Re-consenting

I remember the morning vividly even though it was over 15 years ago. I was sat in a side room on the gynae ward, nil by mouth since midnight and having already changed into the impersonal, ill fitting hospital gown that I had been given. The team arrived; consultant,...
Re-defining: culture and purpose

Re-defining: culture and purpose

It was my first ward sisters post. It was on ‘that ward’. You know, the one that everyone talks about? The staff are always rude, (apparently) the patients have a terrible experience and it always has well, an ‘aroma’ about it. Colleagues looked at me with total...