I wanna make a difference

Has he made a difference?

What difference do doctors really make? There is a school of thought that if we take the last 100 years and balance out the iatrogenic harm and the benefit, it comes out at neutral. Most benefits to health have come through public health measures, like better sanitation and diet. If we took the Quality and Outcomes Framework to Africa, it would make scant difference to their health. They need food and water. As a colleague wrly pointed out recently, "you can't get IBS if you don't have three square meals a day".

My last patient was a lovely old lady with a sore shoulder. Examining her, I found only tight muscles and I smoothed out the knots in her trapezius with some gentle movements. "Don't worry...it's nothing serious. You've just pulled some muscles". Her relief was obvious. If I were 90 and had a persistently sore shoulder, I would think I had shoulder cancer...with brain mets.

I helped her put her cardigan on before she left. Was that the most helpful thing I would do today?

Learning to deal with failure

Life can't always be full of success

Most doctors were high fliers at school. Although they may look like hapless, mal-coordinated little mites on a ward round at medical school, don't forget they probably got straight As at A-level to get there. Then they passed vigorous exams at med school to qualify. I think nurses/HCAs/physios/managers etc forget that. They don't realise just how intelligent most doctors are. On an academic level. Some don't have much common sense. But anyway, they are used to succeeding.

Dealing with success is one thing. Dealing with failure is another. Dr Genesis has been fairly fortunate in his career so far. He hasn't been out of work for even a day. He has never had to locum. He has only failed one exam (the MRCS clinical in case you're wondering), but he passed it on the next attempt.

So Dr Genesis' ego took an understandable battering when he was rejected after a job interview. Who on earth could they have preferred? Surely the good-looks, quick wit, steady deep sage-like responses and sharp dress sense would have been enough to wow them? Apparently not.

Greeting patients, dealing with their problems, was difficult when Dr Genesis had just found out about the job. But then two things happened which made him feel better. The first was a young lady with "period problems". She was having on-going bleeding "like a period" for the last three weeks. She was a little shy talking about this at first. It was probably from messing up her pill taking on holiday. I prescribed her some medicine and suggested she come back next week if the bleeding was still there for "an internal" and a smear. Of course, Dr Genesis, added, you could see a female doctor if you prefer. "No", she replied, "I'd rather see you".

The second was a lady with her daughter. I recognised her because she had brought her son in a few weeks ago with costochondritis. He was in tears as he told me about his chest pain, which was stopping him playing football in the playground. Dr Genesis figured out what it was and showed him a picture off the internet. On his way out, Dr Genesis learned, he had turned to mum and said "I feel so much better already". She asked how long I was at this practice. Only till August, I'm just a registrar completing my GP training. The look in her eyes was rewarding to say the least. She couldn't believe I was still in training. "Well you've certainly impressed my family".

That made up for not getting the job. Almost.

What defines an alcoholic?

Cabernet Sauvignon. Dr Genesis prefer Shiraz.

Two amazing things happened during this morning's surgery. I saved two people's lives I think.

The first was a pretty healthy 82 year old man. His blood pressure's fine, he hasn't had any cancers and, more importantly, he's happily married to his sweetheart of over 50 years. They live together, they're both fairly mobile and they've got all their marbles.

How did Dr Genesis save his life? By doing nothing. The man asked for a "prostate cancer" test. His daughter had been thinking about it and she thought "it was about time I got tested". Well, dear reader, I am sure you can hazard a guess at Dr Genesis' response. What if the test were high for the cancer marker, I postulated. You would then need a painful biopsy from the prostate up the "backpassage". Don't get me started on the treatment. Finding out may be worse than not knowing.

He understood. In fact, he seemed relieved.

The second was a nice lady from Slovenia with a tiny baby. They were both healthy. The problem was the husband. A successful banker, he lived by the rush. "You only eat what you kill", I could hear him say in the boardroom. The problem is, as Dr Genesis knows only too well, the lunchtime meetings are usually lubricated along by a couple of bottles of wine. Then the stress of the job takes its toll when you get home in the evening: enter stage left, another fine bottle of Cab Sav.

It was destroying their short marriage. She was too scared to leave him alone with the baby. They were arguing.

He will see Dr Genesis next week to discuss it. He knows if he carries on drinking, it will be the end of his life.

Medical students are often high achievers. If they have no doctors in the family (like Dr Genesis) their parents are overjoyed when they get in to med school. The chances are they were pretty high up in their secondary school. They probably got straight As at A-level. If they dropped a subject to a B they were likely devastated. They they start at med school and realise everyone else is quite bright too.

If you go to Oxford or Cambridge university, the pressure is amplified. Mummy and Daddy expect their angel to be top of the class. The workload can be intolerable. Although medical students are strong academically, they can be quite weak emotionally.

10% of our year dropped out in the first term. Dr Genesis didnt' know if it was just him, but he secretly thought of them as weaklings. They couldn't cope with the pressure.

One of Dr Genesis' medical housemates knocked on his door once, came in, sat down on his bed and burst into tears. She was overwhelmed with her dissertation. The pressure to succeed from her parents was immense.

And so it was that Dr Genesis was called to a home visit to see a young man who had been studying biochemistry at Oxford (of course I have changed the details to fox you). Everything had been going fine until exam time. He had locked himself in his room for a few days, barely eaten and barely seen anyone. All his friends were working. He retreated back home to stay with his parents. But even then he took refuge in his bedroom, under the pretence of studying.

But then he said he wanted to end it all. There was no point living. What would happen when he went back to college without revising properly? Failure was not an option, yet it was likely to happen. He just wanted to die. He took a bread knife up to his room. That's when his parents called the doctor.

Dr Genesis hopes his children don't feel that kind of pressure. He doesn't want them to do medicine. He certainly hopes they don't apply to Oxbridge.

As one enters, another leaves

Not Dr Genesis' baby

The NHS gets a pretty bad press. Journalists seem to take delight in twisting the knife into our healthcare system. Then the same journalists make an appointment to see their GP about their "snuffly cold I've had for a few days".

It's true that there are some pretty awful doctors out there. Some of what Dr Genesis did in hospital was subtly prevent certain doctors from seeing his patients, while gently coercing others to offer their opinion. Surgeons are not all the same calibre for example. It is important to see the right surgeon.

But then occasionally something will happen which restores Dr Genesis' faith in the NHS. Just the other day I saw a tiny baby with his new mummy. He was tiny. Really tiny. The mum explained. At just 24 weeks, her waters broke. She happened to be in central Sometown, fortunately near to a large hospital with a neonatal intensive care. She went into labour a week later. By good fortune, a miracle maybe (does Dr Genesis believe in miracles?) the wee nipper survived. After 2 months on intensive care, then another month in hospital he is at home with his mummy. Technically he is 38 weeks gestation. He shouldn't even be on this earth.

All of this care, without having to open their wallets. Try your luck going into labour at 25 weeks in America. Or in southern Europe. Or anywhere in the developing world.

On my drive back to the practice today after a home visit, I passed the flat of the lady who I certified dead from lung cancer a few months ago. I remembered how I broke the news to her daughter, who promptly burst into tears.

And you thought you were healthy

The people of Framingham, Massachusetts enjoying their breakfast

Deciding when to begin treatment for heart disease prevention is a big part of the GP curriculum. Once you start a drug for blood pressure the chances are you'll be on it for the rest of your life. Until you either get sufficiently demented to stop taking them, or just too bored to keep popping pills when you'd rather be down the bowling club chatting up the other octogenerians.

Your GP will almost certainly use the "Framingham risk calculator" to see if you need to take a statin, a blood pressure tablet and an aspirin a day. It is a useful tool. If it came about that you had a heart attack and weren't on a buffet of medicines beforehand, many GPs are afraid they will be sued. So they will tap in your details. If Dr Genesis were 70, didn't smoke (although he's thinking of starting up cigars when he hits 75), wasn't diabetic, had a blood pressure of 140/90 and a cholesterol of 6 he would be a happy man. He would consider himself one of the healthiest 70 year old men in the world.

Think again my friend. For Dr Genesis would be classed as "high risk" by the Framingham calculator. He would have a 20% chance of having a heart attack/stroke/angina/sudden cardiac death in the next 10 years. He would instantly be advised to take an aspirin, a statin, at least one if not two antihypertensives and do more exercise. No cigars for Dr Genesis.

Dr Genesis would have the good sense to gently decline his GP's best efforts. He is a little prone to gastritis so would refuse the aspirin. He enjoys tennis and wouldn't want to risk muscle ache from a statin. He is rather fond of his electrolyte balance and so would eschew a diuretic or ACE inhibitor. He would take his chances and do his best to avoid doctors.

But many do not have Dr Genesis's wily and fox-like cunning brain. They will swallow the medicine because it what they have been told to do. They will think of themselves as ill. What a shame.

Roll of the die

Ou est le needle?

Christmas period in GP land, deep in the heart of Worryshire. Almost all of Dr Genesis' surgery is dealing with people with coughs and colds. Runny nose, achy, sore throat, a cough that's "gone to my chest" and, of course, there's no way they could go to work.

Dr Genesis was ill a few weeks ago. Achy all over, shivering uncontrollably, no appetite (not even for expensive chocolates). He lay in bed all evening, drank lots of sweet tea and took the morning off. But he went in for his afternoon clinic.

But then Dr Genesis has a strongly internal locus of control. He believes he is responsible for his health. So when he gets ill, he blames himself. He thinks of himself as weak. So he must regain his strength quickly.

The problem with all these patients is one of risk assessment. Fever, sweating, poor appetite, glands up in the neck. Hang on, this sounds familiar. It sounds like the patients Dr Genesis saw when he worked in a haematology clinic. They had lymphoma.

So which one of these people with a cough or cold has lymphoma or leukaemia? Hopefully none of them. If any of them do, let's hope it's Hodgkins.