Will I be one of the good guys?
Newly qualified doctor Phil Brooks wonders what sort of doctor he will be
I hate doctors. No, really I do. I had a heart murmur as a child and had to attend the cardiology department of the local children's hospital on a regular basis. I am now (thankfully) free of this obligation as I found the whole process exceptionally distressing. The horrid hospital smell, the eerily long corridors, and the freakish clowns in lurid colours on the walls all terrified me. Then there were the suction cup electrocardiogram electrodes that gave you pectoral love bites and the echocardiogram with the fishy jelly. It was all just too much, I tell you. I remember my consultant being rather severe, painfully denting my puny pericardium with his stethoscope. The only positive memory I have is the huge bag of pick-n-mix sweets that I would be given as reward. My final recollection is that of my two faced contradiction (and I quote directly from my university