Not so much a Dame as a Sheila!
I was the first candidate after lunch. I waited nervously outside sister's office. The lady arrived late and loud, flanked by two co-examiners, who were chuckling politely. She glanced at her clipboard and announced briskly; 'Now, Dr Read, examine this man's chest.' I carefully went through the procedure, inspection, palpation, percussion, auscult......... 'Hurry up! Hurry up!' 'I think the patient has a right pleural effusion,' I offered tentatively. 'You only think he has! You'll have to do better than that. Now, examine this mans heart.' She wafted an imperious arm in the direction of the... Read more »
