‘Today I do not want to be a doctor’ is a poem by my favorite South Auckland-born medical poet, Glenn Colquhoun. PLAYING GOD: Poems about Medicine has recently been published by the Hammersmith Press WHEN I AM IN DOUBT a poem for surgeons When I am in doubt I talk to surgeons. I know that […]
Some time around 1505 both men were given the task of painting murals of great Florentine battles for the new Council Chamber of Florence. The two geniuses were to work on opposing walls. This project promised to give to the world a direct comparison of their skills and artistic approaches. To the misfortune of us all, neither of the men finished their proposed work. Leonardo’s was to depict the Florentine-led victory over Milan at ‘The Battle of Anghiari’.
A poem by James Tate: I like to see doctors cough. What kind of human being would grab all your money just when you’re down? I’m not saying they enjoy this: “Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, that’s it, no hope! You might as well hand over your wallet.” Hell no, they’d rather be playing golf and swapping […]
A young woman sat quietly in her hospital bed. Beside her the morning sunlight bathed her newborn son, asleep through the chatter of the cicadas outside. The doctor smiled. The baby was perfectly formed. “What’s your baby’s name?”, asked the doctor. The new mother looked down silently. The cicadas chattered on. She looked up, “I […]
In “See For Yourself” I briefly mentioned my most memorable teacher, forensic pathologist Tim D. Koelmeyer. As a medical student attending autopsies, as well as coping with the sights, sounds, and smells of the autopsy room and the presence of a recently deceased corpse, I had my mind blown apart by the enigmatic Dr Koelmeyer, […]
The film also provides an excellent introduction to the “double-blind randomised controlled trial” – the study design generally recognised in medical science as the “gold standard”, because it removes confounding factors and accounts for the placebo effect.
He stood in the hallway having stolen away from his cubicle. The doctor leaving the resus bay recognised him as the man from cubicle 23 awaiting a psychiatric review. The doctor altered course so that their paths would intersect. The man’s eyes were a cold blue deeply set above a bedraggled beard. Scarred knuckles at […]
Perhaps hospitals were a little hasty in becoming “smoke-free” zones – next time I lead a code I might see if anyone volunteers to be the pipe operator for a good old-fashioned tobacco smoke enema… From Eisenberg, MS. Life in the balance: emergency medicine and the quest to reverse sudden death. 1997; Oxford University Press. […]
I really like the tropical tales (“parasites and people”) of the late Dr Robert S. Desowitz, who was Professor of Tropical Medicine at the University of Hawaii and worked with the World Health Organization. His writing often emphasized the role of human factors in the health problems of the world. Human behavior always contributes to […]
The registrar stood open-mouthed next to the professor. Before them was a twisted unicorn’s horn, an echo of that owned by the widow Dimanche, who sold water-cress in the streets of Paris. The patient was unmoved. Plans were made for the removal of the horn. The patient nodded and thanked the doctors. The registrar whistled […]