As often, blogs of my friend and fellow blogger and doctor Victo Dolore inspired me to write something.
Like her writing about how and why she became a doctor inspired me to tell you why my main reason to become a medic was skiing.
So now, this is my take on her https://wordpress.com/read/post/id/64799087/1889/
I grew up with my grandfather, both parents and several other relatives being doctors, Being a doctor was nothing special , just an ordinary job with irritating working times. I remember celebrating Christmas a day later because one of my parents was on call. Nothing glamorous about being a doctor.
Then my mother, the political system in communist Czechoslovakia and of course those skiing influences made me study medicine too.
I love my job as a GP, and I do not mind giving informed advice and explanations of medical conditions to friends, I listen, and make a careful assessment of the situation. What they should ask their doctor and so on….
At the moment, I am in the Austrian Alps with my friend Eva. She developed shingles. She wrote an excited email to her husband in Prague how I diagnosed it within 5 seconds, arranged for a local doctor to give her an prescription of an antiviral drug and how he did not charge her because I already made the diagnosis and I was “ a colleague” . She claims she will only travel with me from now on, as her “ personal travelling physician”. I told her “ as long as you keep picking me up on the slope like you did after my concussion recently.”
But my family? They would all tell you I am useless, and they have a point.
My ex husband, an Art historian always used to diagnose all my children’s illnesses. “ Do you think they might have chickenpox?” “ Do they?” I asked. He made me look, and indeed they did.
I remember the time when my daughter came home crying after she fell roller-skating. She had a sore wrist. I was cooking supper, I really did not have time for this. My husband kept asking if it could be broken. “ Unlikely”, I said, frying Wienerchnitzels, “ Are you sure?”
“ How can I be sure without an x ray?” , I replied,
After dinner, because of a rather frosty atmosphere, I took my daughter to the local hospital where I worked. In the car, she could move the wrist quite normally, “ They will think I ma a neurotic mother” I thought.
They didn’t, my nine year old daughter came from the x ray department grinning and skipping.
“ I am the first person in the family with a broken bone! Hurrah! “ She was right, they put her arm in a plaster which she kept in her toy box for years after.
Ever since then, my medical involvement with my family became a joke.
We never had Aspirin, plasters, or anything. I go a bit better later , but not much better.
As a defence I am telling them a paraphrase of that well known saying:
A doctor who treats his family has fools as patients.
There are plenty of sayings like this in Czech –“A farrier’s horse wears no horseshoes” and many others. Maybe this is a Czech thing, is it? I doubt it.
Now when my lovely and sensible adult children get ill, I advice them to see a doctor, and they do. They think I am a good mother but useless as a doctor for my family.
And you know what? Maybe it is a good thing. I can do the sympathetic, caring bit, leaving the diagnosis and treatment to professionals.
When I finished typing this blog, I asked my friend Eva, who is a journalist for advice how to improve it. She had nothing to offer.
Which in a way proves my point.
What do you think ?