This week, the junior doctors are going on strike. Again.
Most of the people reading this won’t know why. All these professionals, who claim to be committed to caring for some of the most vulnerable in our society, why would they refuse to turn up to work?
It’s reached that point in the year where its getting horribly cold. Pretty enough on a Christmas card, much less appetising when its 1 degree outside, and you are heading off to work on the bike at 7am.
This year, I treated myself to a snood. I would recommend it.
Or… “Why patients miss having a regular doctor, and how the new junior doctor contract risks making the situation worse.”
Despite being nearly thirty, married for nearly a decade, with two children, I am a “junior” doctor. Technically, I am a GP Registrar. It’s written on my door, and none of my patients understand what it means. I often get the joke “Does that mean you can marry us after you’ve listened to my chest?”.