You can be too careful: I’m an obsessive-compulsive
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is common and treatable, but seeking help can be difficult
“Do you do cannulas?” I nod. “The lady in 3B needs a green for her computed tomography.” I collect the equipment from the clinical room and go to the patient. I’ve only done one before, but I’m determined to be one of those useful medical students that I’ve heard the junior doctors talk about.
Luckily, she has good veins, and it goes in fine. I leave and head off to teaching, feeling pleased with myself. But later that afternoon the doubts start to creep in. What if it wasn’t in properly, and the contrast ends up in the tissues? Or, worse, what if it was in an artery? What if right now she is bleeding or in pain, and it’s all my fault? After teaching, I rush back to the ward. I pretend I left something in the doctors’ room and walk there past bay 3, feeling my heart beat