I graduated medical school at the University of Glasgow in June 2012, and then spent twelve months beginning to learn how to be a doctor. My entire personal development plan for F1 was to 1) not die and 2) not kill people. In the end, I kind of loved F1. In a possibly-delirious-from-exhaustion-and-terror kind of way. And now, impossibly and improbably, I’m a tiny SHO. I’m spending this year doing more medicine and getting people to teach me about cancer, avoiding operating theatres, doing battle with the MRCP, and, still, always, learning how to be a doctor.
I am a Scottish Episcopalian and a member of St Mary’s Cathedral in Glasgow. I spend more time there than the church mice, can show you some good tricks to do with a thurible, and am an advocate for social justice within the Church. This basically accomplishes the “running away to join the circus”.
In the between times, I’m a choral singer with the City of Glasgow Chorus, I’m a distance runner, I’m a bookworm, and I’m an unapologetic caffeine addict. I occasionally sleep.
I blog about medicine and I blog about church and faith, and then I natter on about other things as mood and circumstance dictate.
The Legal Fine Print
As per Good Medical Practice 2013. All patient encounters referred to have been anonymised, fictionalised, and composited in order to preserve patient confidentiality. I do not intend anything I have written to be taken as medical advice, nor do I give medical advice over the Internet. I write under my own name and will provide my GMC number on request. I blog in a personal capacity and I do not presume to speak for any organisation that I work for or for anyone other than myself.