A couple of years ago I spent a day at Raigmore Hospital in Inverness, shadowing a hospital colleague. It had been over 20 years since I had worked there as a senior house officer in the medical unit and I felt it was time to familiarise myself with the services as experienced by all the patients I had referred there over the years.
I have no difficulty finding the house as I have been visiting here with increasing frequency over the last months.
With the best will in the world, the annual conference of the Royal College of General Practitioners can be a dry affair.
I’d forgotten how massive VHS videos are. And how satisfying the whirring sound when you load one into a video player and press fast-forward.
Stepping out of the patient’s house and down the path I could feel tears welling up. By the time I reached the car I was sobbing.
I arrive at a home visit, doctor’s bag in one hand, computer summary printout in the other, and knock.
In a fish tank at Dingwall Heath Centre lives a goldfish named Orange.
In many ways, 2018 has not been the best year.
Last month marked 25 years of me being a partner at Dingwall Medical Group, astonishingly, consulting from the same room throughout all those years.
Erica was on dessert duty at Lunch Club.
“So, are you just a GP?”