My super-diagnostic powers have been proved correct.
Remember the two calls last week?
1 stroke, back home waiting for a follow up in Out Patients.
1 NSTEMI, admitted to CCU and now transferred to a regional cardiac care centre.
Shut up, anyone who says that's a barn-door diagnosis. I know it is. But it doesn't detract from my feelings of intelligence and clinical intellect. Much.
And while watching Street Doctors on telly the other day:
The patient was explaining the problem he had with his hand, and before the doctor on telly got a word in, I leaned over to my Mum and said "I bet you a cup of tea that it's Dupuytren's contracture."
One cup of tea and one smily Jelly when the doctor finally spoke. Go me!
I am a diagnostic genius :)
Let's hope it's as easy as this when I am actually a doctor.
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