So here are some ways I’ve made a difference this week, to remind myself that I’m not a bad doctor:
- Wishing happy birthday to a patient after confirming their date of birth and realising it was the day’s date. It sucked that they had to have a GP appointment on their birthday, so they said they were grateful for the well wishes.
- Running late because a patient needed to have a good cry about their recent heartbreak and felt like they had no one else to speak to about it.
- Pausing my care home ward round to watch a performance by an Elvis Presley impersonator with the residents, because they’d been looking forward to it all day and the Manager thought it’d be nice if a doctor joined them.
- Highlighting the hard work of the Reception team, who have to deal with so much unfair criticism and abuse. The team at my practice are phenomenal, and I really couldn’t have gotten through this year without their support and encouragement.
I’m so grateful to God for getting me through the last 12 months because my goodness, it’s been hard, but what a year it’s been. I love my job SO much; it really is such a privilege and honour to have such a front row seat into the lives of my patients, and I will never take this for granted. I feel so motivated and determined to continue to work hard so that I can improve, be better, and be a good enough GP for them.
1 year down, 30 or so more to go…



















