Saturday, February 10, 2007
Hardly Dr Kildare
I've taken a break from pilfering song lyrics to raid TV instead. The mighty Richard Chamberlain as arguably the first and most famous of TV Docs. (Albeit one fading fast from public consciousness now, I suspect)
The reason he's on my mind is another abortive attempt of mine to play the medical hero. Deep in the back of my psyche lies a part of me that longs to run around in orange jumpsuits, shouting "stat" quite a lot. To slake this beast, I'm prone to stopping at accidents, if it seems I'd be able to help. In my mind, I will undoubtedly perform an heroic intervention, smooth my hair back into place, and stroll off into the sunset, adoring crowds swooning behind me. In practice, there's actually very little to be done in most cases. Which is generally good. If there is something I should be doing other than providing reassurance, the patient / victim is unwell, and probably needs proper equipment.
Frankly I should just stop.
Besides which the Paramedics never believe you, unless you're a recognised Out-Of-Hospital provider and driving a flash car with "Doctor" written on the side; and even then I suspect they feel you're just getting in the way.
Today, I was driving to the opticians, when I came across a young woman recumbent under a car. In actual fact she didn't seem to have sustained any serious injuries, and was conscious and talking throughout; the doubt seemed to be about how to get her out... I suspect she could have been slid out on a backboard, but didn't stick around once the Paramedics showed up. I guess I know just enough not to make things worse. I think all I really achieved was lending authority to the request for the massive crowd of rubber-neckers to bugger off.
I guess I should just leave the heroics to the experts, eh. And the TV Docs...