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| A Family Doctor |
Today I did a task that I do do from time to time, the new baby clinic (with first immunisations). I like doing the baby clinic, as it is essentially well babies, with proud mums and (usually) dads. The injections do hurt the babies, to be sure, but that is a small price to pay for dealing with small babies. I do enjoy it, although the paperwork is pretty irritating.
Today, I saw a proud new mum with her baby.
I actually delivered her on the GP maternity ward (when we had them) and gave her her immunisations. Now I'm doing it to her baby.
That is a job to be proud of - being her family doctor and seeing another generation into the world.
*sigh*
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Family doctors are an endangered species. I had the same doctor from his joining the multi doctor practice around 1967 until his retirement about 15 years ago. Lost count of the number I have had since then. I try to stick with younger doctors, in the hope that they will see me out, but every one I pick leaves. Perhaps it is me. The women seem to last longer than the men.
I actually worked with a consultant in the last few months, on some nurse bank shifts in a prenatal clinic, who delivered me back in 88. He was only a junior then, and remembers fondly my mother being one of his consultants "bank holiday ladies" which he was helping deliver in the late august bank holiday weekend. She was being induced just like 4 other women in the same bay on that particular weekend, and all complex cases. He doesn't remember much about my birth, but remembers me vividly I came out quite silent, almost sleeping. On closer inspection of me moments after birth, I apparently then sneezed all the yucky birth stuff on me, and whatever was in my mouth right in his face. Much to the amusement of the midwife and my mother who still remembers it.
He was a little bit arrogant and pompous, I must of known then.
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