Peter Morris Scalpels Out

THE STORY

In this conceivably authentic tale – set in 2005 – three young doctors are hauled over
the coals for trifling, though politically sensitive, errors.

Expecting to be struck off – and unwilling to submit quietly – our three heroines devise
a plot in which each apparently mistreats another, so that their employers can then
be sued.

By ruse, skirmish and subterfuge they stir up havoc and embarrassment for their
former bosses and though not all goes according to plan, with a media exposé, the
seducing of an HR boss and a sprinkling of good luck, they give their backside-shielding
chiefs a tough time and end up more self-assured and happier than many of their robotic and nodding-doll former colleagues.

Despite a dash of colourful exaggeration, this is modern medicine.

All who have suffered run-ins with wily and callous HR operatives or sampled the bovine colonic throughput of two-timing managers will enjoy this high-spirited yet credible tale.

Here is depth. No banal sentimental crises; no tedious melodramas; but perception and grasp of the subtle and secret penumbrae behind the fairy-tale arena of medicine.

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Scapels out by Peter Morris

Publication date:
06.09.2020
Paperback:
ISBN 978-1-83952-170-6
E-book:
ISBN 978-1-83952-171-3

THE AUTHOR

Peter Morris – a happily retired anaesthetist

Times change. Historically anaesthetists were quiet and retiring. The surgeons were the extroverts. The anaesthetist would confine himself to discouraging the latter’s wilder enthusiasms or stiffening his resolve if things were going badly. 

As a somewhat happy-go-lucky anaesthetist in England, Holland, Norway and Scotland for many a year, I began in those distant days when there were no electronic monitoring devices to speak of, so that you had to stand at the patient’s head, watch their breathing and their colour and keep your finger on the pulse. The revolution in electronic gadgetry though – where numbers are displayed on a huge screen and things peep if something drifts off – allows you nowadays to sit on one side and attend to writing your book.

QUOTES

When Alice here starts to look beautiful Sir, that means the anaesthetic’s taking effect.

You twisted your ankle treading on an ant? Was it an eliff-ant?

Hospital doctors today can only infrequently be identified by the wearing of white coats and even less frequently by mature forms of behaviour.

Which specialty are you choosing, Astrid? Oh, you are waiting to see which professor likes you?

I wish I could spend as much time reading on the job as you, Charge Nurse, but I only work here forty hours a week.

Medical governance is an empire run by two-faced defectors who kotow to absurd levels of public and political screw-turning to suppress our liberty and sparkle.

She had read a book, ‘The Art of Pissing Back Up’.

A bull charged the police car? Were they trying to mount a cow?

The old miner had a rattling cough and a burnt nose. This is a well-known syndrome.  When someone with chronic chest disease starts on intermittent home oxygen, the first time he slyly lights a fag under the mask, it bursts into flame and burns him. It only happens once.

The surgeon’s nickname is ‘Mr Bond’ … licensed to kill. Someone drew a sketch of him operating with a vulture perched on top of the drip-stand.

The cardiologist’s expensive portfolio case contained mostly coffee-sachets, chocolate biscuits and vintage bus magazines.

The ship’s doctor was useless and except for treating an odd case of tummy upset, spent his time knocking back pink gins in the bar and inviting lonely American women down to his cabin. If there was a real emergency, there was always a surgeon amongst the passengers who knew what to do.

Ah, here comes Leah to relieve you. I’ve never been relieved by Leah, but I imagine it’s very good?

About that hefty girl with a lipoma on her thigh, will you arrange for the smaller fatty lump to be removed from the larger fatty lump?

False research? Gadzooks! Tons of it! There is no iron in spinach for a start. Popeye should have eaten the tins.

The chiefs say you’re not learning any new skills? Pitch up at your next hearing balancing a hoop on your nose.

Leah saw a cockroach and bent down. ‘Good morning Dr Dewar.’ At that instant Dr Dewar swept by. Why was she so incredibly unlucky?

Well, if Dominic wanted to screw her, she’s certainly screwed him.

The patient was eating mountains of Satsumas, because the country was being invaded by Samurai warriors disguised as Satsumas.

Lottery winners never ask, ‘Why has this happened to me?’ Those with serious illnesses often do.

You want to be a nurse when you grow up? So, you enjoy drinking tea and gossiping?

This low-salt low-blood-pressure fallacy comes from studies in Finland, where tiny clusters at physiological extremes were surveyed in isolation and a flawed generalisation has been drawn. A prescription, Doctor? The cure is to put salt on your food. Salt?! You’ve not heard of Cassandra, the Trojan seeress? No, obviously not.

The squat shapeless Ceit watched Leah’s pale yet irritatingly winsome features, before snapping viciously, ‘I don’t “allude”. I ask questions … and you answer.’

He said he had ‘strived’ to change her outlook. Though perhaps able to conjugate his own bile salts, he could not it seemed, conjugate English strong verbs.

Dialogue: That Japanese accountant’s besotted with, yet wholly intimidated by her. He simply has no idea how to handle her. But she’s only a paper tiger. He doesn’t see it like that. Cultural differences. Is that a grade two or a grade three bow he keeps giving her? Grade four’s flat on the floor is it? Yes, that’s for the emperor. Anyway, he’s doing wonders for her self-esteem.

Dr Kristian Schye

Dr Kristian Schye, my boss in Norway. In 1940, flying a Gloster Gladiator, he shot down a German Me 110, though was then himself fired on by a second Me 110, but managed to crash-land.

The Ether Bunny

The Ether Bunny

An operating theatre in Norway, 1980.

An operating theatre in Norway, 1980.

The Greek god Asclepius

The Greek god Asclepius, if running a modern hospital, might have said, ‘There are serpents on my staff.’

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