The view from the other side
As a junior doctor working in a busy teaching hospital, I have become accustomed to arriving at work in the morning and being greeted by a barrage of requests from the nursing staff. Last Thursday morning I noticed that the questions seemed slightly different: “When did you last have a drink?” “Who’s your next of kin?” “Can you provide a urine sample?” It was a day of surgery admissions and I, for a change, was a patient.
As I was escorted towards the operating theatre, a corridor which I have traversed countless times during the previous 12 months, I realised that the tables had turned and I was no longer in a position of control. Even with the added benefit of a medical background and the knowledge that my procedure was associated with negligible risk, the sense of feeling powerless was a novel and unnerving one. The trust a patient