I cant believe you are refusing to help me. If you dont prescribe nothing for me Ill be back to using crack tonight. I could be dead in a month. Youll have to live with that on your conscience.
You dont have to go back to using crack, Kenny. Thats a decision that you still have control over. If you really want to change your life around you can
I didnt manage to finish my last sentence as Kenny was already out the door and gone.
Army medical I
Lee was here for an army medical examination and looked very nervous. He was tall, but looked more like an oversized 15-year-old than an adult. The prospect of him becoming a soldier seemed ridiculous.
Are you gonna have to stick your finger up my arse? he stammered.
I cant believe you are refusing to help me. If you dont prescribe nothing for me Ill be back to using crack tonight. I could be dead in a month. Youll have to live with that on your conscience.
You dont have to go back to using crack, Kenny. Thats a decision that you still have control over. If you really want to change your life around you can
I didnt manage to finish my last sentence as Kenny was already out the door and gone.
Army medical I
Lee was here for an army medical examination and looked very nervous. He was tall, but looked more like an oversized 15-year-old than an adult. The prospect of him becoming a soldier seemed ridiculous.
Are you gonna have to stick your finger up my arse? he stammered.
What? No, Lee. Why would I need to do that?
Cos my mates told me you ad to have that done before you could get in the army.
They were winding you up, Lee. Although I cant vouch for what they do to you at military training college.
Lee broke out into a broad smile, clearly very relieved by the fact that my finger and his anus would be remaining unacquainted.
So youre terrified of the prospect of having a rectal exam from a doctor, but not scared of being blown up by a Taliban bomb in Afghanistan?
Ill be all right, sir.
Im not your teacher, Lee; you dont have to call me sir.
Oh right, yeah, sorry, Doctor.
It felt like child abuse agreeing to let this 18-year-old boy go to war. My job was just to fill in a form declaring any previous medical history that the army might want to know about. Nobody really cared about my opinion on the war and the effect it might have on this poor boy.
Lee, are you sure you want to join the army?
Yes, sir, I want to serve my country, he said proudly.
But do you really know what could happen out there. Do you even know what theyre fighting about?
Its about 9/11 and what Osama bin Laden did and that and my mum says that joining the army will keep me out of trouble.
That seemed a fairly stark reflection of life in modern Britain. Lees mum clearly felt that going to Afghanistan would get him into less trouble than letting him stay here and hang out on the local council estate.
I started scanning through his notes hoping to find some sort of ailment that might be picked up on by the army doctors who would review my report. A few childhood illnesses and some more recent weekend A&E visits were all that I could see. The previous month Lee had fractured his fifth metacarpal, a hand injury that is almost always caused by punching someone. The other injury four months earlier was a periorbital haematoma (a black eye), again, most likely resulting from fighting.
Maybe Lees mum was right. Maybe the army would be the best thing for him. He is from a really rough part of town and he has minimal education, and no skills or qualifications, not to mention that there really arent many jobs going at the moment. His brother has been in a lot of trouble with the law and perhaps the army would stop Lee heading in the same direction.
You sure you dont want me to say youve got flat feet or asthma or something? There must be something else you can do other than go into the army?
No thanks, sir, Ill be all right.
I asked Lee to sign the form and with great concentration he wrote his name in a mixture of capital and small letters. His writing was that of a six-year-old and I could see why he didnt feel able to go on to college.
Some doctors refuse to refer patients for abortions due to religious and moral objections. I could probably do the same for army medicals, but it would be a pointless gesture that would only put extra work onto the other doctors at the practice.
As I stamped the form, Lee beamed me a big smile.
You look really happy, Lee. You must be looking forward to joining up.
What, oh yeah, I definitely am, Doctor, but mostly Im just pleased you didnt have to stick your finger up my arse.
Tummy aches
Tracey was in, yet again. I was also still receiving letters stating that she and her family were attending the emergency department too frequently, but Id long since given up on trying to persuade Tracey not to visit so often. The latest hospital attendance was for tummy aches in six-year-old Bradley and it was for that same reason that Tracey had brought him in to see me today.
They said up in A&E that they didnt know what was wrong with him and to visit you instead, Tracey said.
Bradley was sitting sullenly in the chair rather than tearing around the room, which was out of character.
Once upon a time I had wanted to be a paediatrician and had spent a fair bit of time working on the childrens ward as a junior doctor. I could usually fathom out the cause of tummy pain in kids and I was confident that Bradleys case would be no exception. I asked Bradley and his mum all about his symptoms. I asked about diarrhoea or constipation and if it hurt when he went for a wee. I asked if he was vomiting or had a fever and I made sure his glands werent up. I spent some time prodding his tummy, but it didnt feel out of the ordinary, and when I tested his urine it was completely normal.
The next step was to ask about school. Are any of the other children nasty to you at school? I asked. Are you being bullied? Bradley shook his head.
Hes got loads of mates at school, Dr Daniels, Tracey butted in. He loves school, but the teacher says hes sitting out of games more and gets tired more easily. Bradley nodded gloomily in agreement at this. I got Bradley to get on the scales and when I plotted his weight on his growth chart it was dropping off a bit. Weight loss in children is a real worry and I urgently organised some more tests.
Within a couple of weeks Bradley had been for blood tests, X-rays and an ultrasound scan. Everything came back completely normal. I was relieved that Bradley didnt have leukaemia, which had been my initial fear, but he was still having tummy aches and wasnt himself. Most six-year-olds will complain of tummy aches at some point or another, but usually it doesnt last once they are distracted by something fun. I asked Tracey to bring in Bradley to get weighed regularly by our nurse and it was this that led to a breakthrough.
Hes hungry, our practice nurse said to me triumphantly one morning after Bradley had been in.
Whos hungry?
Bradley, that boy youve been worried about. Hes having tummy aches because hes hungry. Thats also why hes stopped growing and losing weight and why hes had no energy. It was obvious really. I asked Tracey about what hes been eating and it turns out shes been having problems with a debt collector and hasnt been able to afford to buy food. Shes got herself in a right mess with it all and hasnt told anyone.
I had asked Bradley and his mum about every possible symptom and ordered a multitude of medical tests. But I hadnt even considered asking if there was food in the house. Bradley wasnt such a medical mystery after all. He was suffering from something unfortunately felt by millions of six-year-olds across the world. There was a famine in Tanzania when I was working out there and I saw hundreds of malnourished, hungry children. It just wasnt something I was expecting to see in modern Britain. Our brilliant practice nurse Brenda had already put lots of things in place to help. The Citizens Advice team were working on resolving the debt issues and a charity was going to help with food donations until the familys social worker helped sort out Traceys finances.
Bradley was an example of how easy it can be to give a medical diagnosis for what is actually a social problem. I wonder how many times I have labelled the misery of long-term poverty as clinical depression, and I once nearly diagnosed an old farm worker with eyesight problems, when the real reason he couldnt read my chart was that he had never been taught to read. I see poverty on a daily basis, but never thought that I would see malnutrition in a six-year-old boy in Britain. We live in one of the richest countries in the world and food here is plentiful. I would like to think that Bradley was a one-off case, but as everyone is becoming increasingly squeezed financially, I fear that he may well not be.
Glass test
My first experience of treating children was during my third year at medical school. It is at this time that we are allowed into the hospital to start seeing real-life patients. This is an exciting time for us as medical students, but there is always a fear that we will be asked difficult questions by a scary consultant on the ward round. This was the situation we found ourselves in as we started our first attachment to a paediatric department. Everyone had been very friendly up until now, but we had just started a ward round with Dr Bowskill. He was an odd man, most memorable for his 1970s side parting and very thick glasses with large brown frames. He looked more like an Open University physics lecturer than a doctor who needed to interact with small children and anxious parents.
My friend Jess and I were on his ward round and shuffled along behind him as he mumbled incoherently to the parents of the various children on the ward. We were mostly ignored until we reached the bed of a young boy with a rash.
Now medical students, this boy has a rash, he declared excitedly and then peered closely at the boys skin through his jam jar-sized lenses. Fortunately for him this isnt a meningitis rash, but what test might we use to see if it was?