Medics on a Train!

I’m currently on a train to Edinburgh to attend a surgical skills course for medical students; fortunately by the wonders of modern technology I was able to reserve a seat with a plug socket for my laptop. Sadly, I wasn’t able to reserve all 4 sears so when I got on, someone was sat in my seat. Anyway, I finally managed to get myself sat down but as there was someone next to me I had very little space so I sat reading my gadget magazine (ok so I’m a geek) waiting patiently for the other person to disembark.

I soon realised that the woman next to me, who’s toe I had stood on and almost destroyed when sitting down, was in a deep conversation with the lady at the other side of the table. Now, not that I’m nosy or anything but I soon realised they were talking about doctors, not only were they talking about doctors they were quite openly slagging them off. For some reason I found this absolutely hilarious. I listened attentively for 10 to 15 minutes or so, whilst pretending to drool over the latest gadgets in my magazine.

I could barely contain myself as such wonders as “they’re [doctors] all very very arrogant” and “you either get one of those – just out of medical school types who barely look 18, or an arrogant consultant who won’t listen to you” came flooding out. At this point, I decided it might be quite funny if I got out something medic-y. I happened to have the details of my surgical skills course so pulled it out of my bag and slapped it triumphantly right in the middle of the table. Almost immediately the conversation stopped and the look on their faces was a picture. For the next 10 minutes or so they continued to babble about this and that although there was no more slagging off doctors.

Now I don’t know if this was right, or if it was wrong, but they were really giving doctors a hard time and rather than butt in and stand up for them, I thought the subtle approach would be more amusing.

Anyway, the lady, who also had a ridiculous amount of rubbish which she failed to remove from my side of the table until she departed, has now left the train leaving me free to type blog posts/work on my foundation application/play football manager or all of the above. Actually, my foundation application is just about finished, missbliss is has spent ages trying to delete the 100+ extra words I had written for each question and it’ll be ready to submit well before next Friday’s deadline.

p.s. Writing on a train is strange, every so often the person next to me takes a drink and perhaps, just maybe, takes a sly peek at what I’m up to – in which case, Hello! I don’t really know if he’s reading this or not, but either way, I thought it would be amusing to type this just so he knows that I know, if he is reading that is.