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What has opera got to do with the NHS and the reforms?


It doesn't take a genius to see that there is a lot of controversy surrounding the NHS' future and a certain Conservative Prime Minister. It's all a bit negative at the moment isn't it? Last week I did something a little different on Friday night. I didn't neck vodka, instead I went to the Opera House to see Madame Butterfly. I didn't know the story of the opera before I went, (it goes without saying that as it was written by an Italian, there is A LOT of drama). In a nutshell, we're in Japan, it is approx 1940: rich girl loses money, becomes a geisha to fund herself, marries an American Naval Officer, child is born (unbeknown to him), he heads back home to the USA and marries a ‘Lady’.  3 years later, the US officer returns to Japan, the now poverty-stricken geisha is beside herself with her husband's new wife and kills herself.
At the point of the Geisha's suicide, I began to think how great the NHS can be sometimes, this was actually quite annoying as the show was excellent, because if we were to re-write the story in the 21st century (and I hope that at this point Puccini isn't turning in his grave), would the story have panned out the same way? No…


The Lady and the Cat

My godmother is a GP, not this has anything to do with my choice in medicine, in fact she tried to dissuade me, I'm not sure why, something to do with paperwork perhaps. However, I'm can be quite stubborn sometimes and I was determined to not be put off by this. General practice comes under the term of primary care, GPs are your first port of call when you are unwell (unless it is life-threatening, in which case I strongly recommend A&E) and so it can be a great place to see undiagnosed illnesses. However, GP placements get labelled as a bit of a day off at my university.

So what made me decide to become a doctor?

It was Saturday afternoon and I was in a long queue for Hollister. I had a bad week last week (too many late nights and early mornings) and I was looking forward to the weekend. (Cue a shopping trip). There were two young boys behind me in the queue and I couldn't help but overhear them talking.... They were both 16 and beginning to think about A-levels and degrees: "I'm thinking about medicine", one said, "but I think it's well hard". My flatmate and I looked at each other.

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Who am I?
I'm a fourth year medical student, this is my first blog and I CAN'T WAIT TO QUALIFY. I hope to take you through my highs and lows of medical training. I love what I do (though I may not think this every day), I have had some wonderful experiences along the way and truly honoured to have such wonderful friends to share them with.