Katie Clayton decided she could make more of a difference as a doctor than as a nurse
For four years I have been leading a double life. From Monday to Friday I masquerade as a student of medicine, timidly negotiating the minefield of hospital hierarchy, feeling a fraud alongside the brightest and best that the British educational establishment can produce, fearing discovery at any moment. Then at the weekend I am transformed into my other self. I am a nurse again, moving confidently through the chaos of the emergency department on a Saturday night, exuding the relaxed good humour that comes with doing a job that I love and know well.
When my duality is exposed, the question I am most often asked is what made me change to medicine—or, as one of my nursing colleagues put it, “go over to the dark side.” Sadly, the honest answer was being a senior nurse. After years of experience, training, and self funded study I attained the post of