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Greetings!
Thousands of medical professionals like you are now delighted to be enjoying Stitches Magazine online. Thank you for the compliments; now read on.
Dr. John Cocker
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My First Time
by Dr. Antonio Rambaldi
As a medical student, my first clerkship was obstetrics at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal. I recall eagerly donning a mask and gown as a woman in labour was wheeled into the delivery room. I timidly proceeded to take my place behind the obstetrician, resident and intern, craning to get a good view.
However, to my disappointment, I was directed to the head of the table. A nurse told me to look in the mirror to observe the birth. I felt relieved, assuming that the medical students must be so placed in order not to get in the way. Read more ...
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The Wrong End
by Dr. William A. Calderwood, Sun City West, AZ
One very busy day in the office, with all the examining rooms full, the waiting room full and, of course, the phone ringing urgently, I had the patient all ready for her paps and pelvic examination. At the propitious moment of insertion of the speculum, I said, "Say 'Aah.'
"What did you say?" she replied.
There's no graceful way out of that situation.
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Moving to Ottawa
by Dr. Ian Richardson
As a fourth-year medical student and aspiring family physician, I was working in the Family Medicine Clinic at the Kingston General Hospital. My patient was a downcast, middle-aged woman attending for her annual physical.
She'd been in a few times before, but background information was scanty, so I started a comprehensive workup: past medical history, family history, systems review, the works. Read more ...
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Junior Coroner
by Dr. Janet Bates, Chilliwack, B.C.
I have often wondered at the beautiful clarity with which the eyes of a three-year-old can view the world, and how clouded our vision becomes with age. Particularly in medicine, we tend to lose that naivete that once kept our eyes so clearly seeing.
My son pointed this out to me a few years ago, on a trip to Science World in Vancover, where there was a display with a human skeleton. My son, three years old at the time, was quite interested. He found a magnifying glass and proceeded to examine the skeleton in great detail.
The next time I glanced over at him, he was lying down next to the skeleton, chatting away with it. Finally, he put down the magnifying glass and said to me in all sincerity, "You know, Mom, I think he's dead."
My son the pathologist.
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