This month Professor Sir John Scott relates a vivid tale of the unexpected.
The doctor’s duty
While trying to finance a forthcoming trip to the UK for postgraduate training, I undertook an extended locum in general practice. One Sunday afternoon, despite being off duty, I received a call from a very disturbed woman. She said repeatedly, ‘I’ve got the key, I’ve got the key, doctor’. Eventually when she calmed down, I worked out that I was needed on the foreshore of a quite desirable suburb. I proceeded there in my grubby gardening clothes.