I'm a surgeon—respect me!
We all know the stereotypical surgeon. Laura Cherrington wonders which personality traits are really necessary and whether there's room for change
“You can't sit there, that's Mr X's seat,” the scrub nurse calls out to me in the staff room as I'm poised over a chair, identical to the 10 other vacant chairs in the room. I move to another seat. “No,” the nurse stops me again, “That's where he puts his feet.” I look up at her about to laugh, but just look dumb struck instead when I realise that she's serious.
What makes people think that surgeons deserve such reverence? He struts into the staff room with an air of superiority and sits on “his” chair, ignoring the hard working team with whom he is about to operate. I doubt he even knows our names.
I am a fifth year medical student aspiring to be a surgeon. Last summer I worked as a theatre support worker to get an insight into the world of surgery. Many surgeons I met