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Blood, sweat and early years


Medicine presented an eye-opening learning curve for Dr Benjamin Daniels, as he describes in these excerpts from his book, Confessions of a GP.

I CAN still fondly recall the first diagnosis I ever made. As with many others that followed, it was spectacularly incorrect, but it still holds a special place in my heart.

In my defence, I was just a mere boy at the time, wet behind the ears and only a few weeks into my first term at medical school.

I was sitting in the local Kentucky Fried Chicken and spotted a man slumped unconscious in his plastic seat.

A wave of excitement flooded over me. This was what it was all about! This was my vocation! With the limitless enthusiasm of youth and inexperience, I bounded over to undoubtedly save his life with my new-found wealth of medical knowledge.

It didn’t take me long to conclude that this gent had suffered from a spontaneous pneumothorax.

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This was not based on clinical signs and symptoms, but more, that this was the condition we had learnt about that morning in a tutorial, and so was the first and only diagnosis that sprung to mind.

With an air of self-importance, I explained to the KFC manager my diagnosis and instructed him to call urgently for an ambulance.

Looking thoroughly unimpressed, he wandered out from behind the counter and roughly manhandled the unconscious man from his seat and threw him out of his restaurant.

My first-ever patient spectacularly regained consciousness, uttered a few obscenities addressed to no one in particular and staggered off down the street.

The KFC manager, in his far superior wisdom had, in fact, made the correct diagnosis of ‘drunk and asleep’ and prescribed him a swift exit from his premises.

I can see why the professor chose to teach us innocent medical students about a spontaneous pneumothorax that morning. It is, in fact, a wonderful feel-good condition for doctors.

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An otherwise healthy person collapses with a deflated lung and then the clever doctor diagnoses it with his stethoscope and sticks a needle between their ribs. With a triumphant hissing sound, the lung inflates and the patient feels much better.

The professor was trying to help explain the normal functioning of the lung and what could go wrong. He was also trying to encourage us to embrace the wonderful healing abilities we could have as doctors.

Back during those early days of medical school, I believed most of medicine would be that straightforward. Someone would be unwell, I would do something fabulous, and then they would get better.

Funnily enough, despite a spontaneous pneumothorax being the first medical condition I ever learnt about at medical school, I have, in fact, never actually seen one since.

Looking back, I wonder if actually a far more useful and accurate introduction to being a frontline National Health Service doctor would have been a tutorial on how to remove a semiconscious drunk bloke from a waiting room.

First day

I can still remember my first day as a doctor very clearly. It is something that I had been looking forward to since I first chose my A-level subjects eight years earlier.

Now the actual day had finally come, I was absolutely shitting myself and wondering if I wanted to be there at all.

We spent most of the first day having induction-type talks. These consisted of a fire-safety talk and an introduction from a medical lawyer on how best not to get sued — not particularly confidence boosting.

As the induction day drew to a close, most of the other new doctors went to the pub.

Not me though.

I was doing my first ‘on call’ on my first-ever night as a doctor.

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This may have been the short straw for some, but, although frightened, I was excited and keen to get my first on call over with.

‘This night would be themaking of me,’ I thought to myself. By this time tomorrow, I would be feeling like an old pro and be regaling heroic stories of my lifesaving antics to my admiring colleagues in the pub. It was going to be like losing my virginity all over again.

Just as I was beginning to gain a little confidence, my pager made a frightening sound.

Instead of the normal slow, steady bleep, there was a stream of quick staccato bleeps followed by the words ‘Cardiac arrest Willow ward. Cardiac arrest Willow ward.’

To my horror, that was the ward that my consultant covered. That meant that I should really be there.

I started running. The adrenaline was pumping, my white coat was sailing behind me as I zipped past people in the corridor.

I was important. It felt great!

Suddenly, as I got closer to Willow ward, a terrifying thought dawned on me, ‘Oh my god. What if I’m the first doctor there!

‘I’ve only ever resuscitated a rubber dummy in training exercises. I’ve never had to do the real thing.’

To my left was the gents’ toilet. Doubts began to race through my head. ‘Perhaps I could just nip in there and hide for a bit. I can reappear in a few minutes once the cavalry has arrived.’ It was tempting, but I bravely decided to keep on running and meet my fate.

Lying in a bed was a frail old lady with her pyjamas ripped open and her torso exposed. She was grey and lifeless and I can remember her ribs protruding out of her chest wall.

A couple of nurses were frantically running around looking for oxygen and the patient’s notes, while another nurse was doing chest compressions.

To my relief, a remarkably relaxed-looking medical registrar was standing at the head of the bed and calmly taking charge.

A monitor was set up and it was clear, even to me, the wiggly lines on the screen meant the patient needed to be shocked.

A few other doctors soon turned up and I was pretty much a spectator as they expertly performed a few rounds of CPR followed by a set of shocks.

It was all very dramatic, but the woman didn’t seem to be making any signs of a revival.

Thinking that I had managed to escape my first cardiac arrest as an onlooker only, I began to consider sneaking away, aware of how many mundane jobs were waiting for me to be done on other wards.

Unfortunately, the relaxed looking registrar spotted me and called me forward: “This one’s not coming back. Shall we let the house officer have a go with the defibrillator?”

I had just done my CPR training and it was all still clear in my mind. This was my big moment. For some reason, I had it in my head that if it was me who shocked her, she would suddenly come round. “What a great

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story that would be,” I thought as I stepped up to the bed.

The one thing the instructors had really emphasised in the resuscitation training was the importance of safety.

I had to make sure all the doctors, nurses and oxygen masks were clear of the bed before shocking the patient.

I stepped up and took the paddles. Lifting them out of the machine, I carefully placed them on the woman’s chest. Looking all around me, I started the drill:

“Oxygen away, head clear, feet clear, charging to 360, shocking at 360.”


My adrenaline had been pumping, but I hadn’t expected that. I had stayed on my feet, but had been thrown backwards with a jolt.

That never happened with the dummies. I must have been looking slightly dazed and the registrar glanced over at me with faint amusement: “You’ve electrocuted yourself, you prat.”

Unfortunately, he was right. I had checked closely to make sure the bed was clear of bystanders before I gave the electric shock, but I hadn’t realised that on running to the ward, I had shoved my stethoscope into the pocket of my white coat and as I was leaning over

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As if to rub salt in the wound, my first pathetic effort at resuscitation led the woman to go straight into asystole and the registrar called it a day.

The correct thing to have done would have been to report my electrocution as a critical incident and give me a bit of a check-over, but instead, the registrar just disappeared off the ward chuckling to himself.

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I had made his night and he called me “Sparky” for the rest of my six-month spell at the hospital.

The ‘pat dog’

My last hospital job before I became a GP was in psychiatry. I already knew I wanted to be a GP by this stage and, given the large amount of psychiatry in general practice, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to spend six months learning a bit more about mental health. The job I had was actually in forensic psychiatry.

I was on a locked ward with patients who were supposedly ‘criminally insane’.

I loved going to parties and telling people I was a forensic psychiatrist. It sounds good, doesn’t it?

It gave people the impression I was akin to the Robbie Coltrane figure in Cracker, solving crimes and bringing insane criminals to their knees with my brilliant questioning and diagnoses.

The reality, of course, was very different.

I wasn’t really a forensic psychiatrist, I was the junior doctor attached to the forensic psychiatry team.

I wandered around the ward doing the odd blood test and checking blood pressures. Occasionally, I would write a letter to the home office asking whether a patient would be allowed to go to his sister’s wedding as long as he promised not to drink too much or murder anyone.

The patients themselves were a mixed bunch. They had all committed crimes of some sort while mentally unwell, but many of them didn’t really need to be locked away.

One of the lads had set fire to a homeless hostel when he was having scary delusions and hallucinations because of schizophrenia.

There was no malice involved in his crime. In his psychotic state, he had simply been trying to save the other residents by smoking out the evil spirits.

His symptoms were well controlled now by medication and he wouldn’t have hurt a fly. However, arson is taken seriously so he was locked up on our ward.

Another patient became quite paranoid when smoking weed. He got into an argument at a party and stabbed someone.

I’m not sure if it was the paranoia to blame or simply the stupidity that lots of young blokes have when a bit drunk and stoned.

That was 10 years earlier, but he remained on our ward because he was still apparently a danger to society.

Our oddest patient was called Tommy. I’m not quite sure what his diagnosis was, but he was on the ward because of his sexual disinhibition. He had never raped or sexually assaulted anyone, but he used to expose himself a lot and masturbate in public.

Tommy was fairly quiet on the ward and the other patients had learnt to tolerate his odd behaviours. They would quite happily sit in the TV room trying to guess the Countdown conundrum while Tommy would be sitting quietly in the corner wanking himself off over Carol Vorderman.

Tommy’s behaviours seemed to be getting better with some help from the psychologist, and we thought things were going well until the incident with the docile old ‘pat dog’, kept around to make people feel a little better for a bit.

Everyone loves a big cuddly docile dog that likes being stroked. Trigger was just this type of dog.

He was a 10-year-old labrador who just adored being given attention. His owner was retired and enjoyed bringing him round to the hospital.

While Trigger was being petted by the patients, Ted, his owner, would have a cup of tea and a chat with the nurses.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting in the nurses’ office writing up some notes. Trigger was in the lounge with the patients and Ted was in the office with us talking about his impending hernia operation.

Suddenly, we heard barking. “That’s odd,” said Ted, “Trigger never barks.”

We all rushed into the lounge to see a very upset-looking Trigger being chased around the room by a naked Tommy and his erect member.

It shouldn’t have been funny, but it really was. We never saw Trigger or Ted again.

Small talk

Drew, one of my patients in general practice, was a very good-looking guy. He was in his early twenties with big muscles, perfectly chiselled features, blonde hair, blue eyes and a probably fake, but nonetheless healthy-looking tan. “I’ve got a painful testicle, doctor. Wondered if you’d have a look at it.”

I was the only male doctor to have worked at this practice for over a year, and my first few days were spent seeing a queue of relieved men worried about their genitalia. Some had been worried about their ‘bits’ for months, but had been too embarrassed to expose themselves to one of the female doctors.

So there I was, gently rolling Drew’s testes between my fingers, looking for lumps. It can be a slightly uncomfortable situation for the patient in every sense of the word, so I decided to try to make a bit of small talk to put him at ease.

“So Drew, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a film actor.”

“I thought you looked familiar. Have you been in anything I might have seen?”

“That depends, Dr Daniels, I only really do gay porn.”

“Ah, probably not then, no. You … erm … must have one of those familiar-looking faces, I guess. Definitely wouldn’t have seen you in a film. Nothing against porn or anything, except the degradation of women and all that … well, not many women in your films, I should imagine.”

There was now only one person in the room who was uncomfortable and it wasn’t Drew.

I really should remember to limit my small talk topics to the weather and city centre parking problems.

Extract from Confessions of a GP, Dr Benjamin Daniels, HarperCollins Publishers, 2011