I’m a GPeeee!

Yep, I’ll admit it. Part of the reason I’d been looking forward to my GP placement is that GPs sit down all day, right? And they start late and finish about 4 o’clock, right? And they drink loads and loads of tea.

Uhuh.

I’m halfway through the placement now, and the day goes something like this.

Wake up, jump on bike, arrive at GP, weave through epic crowd of patients, walking sticks, pushchairs etc in waiting room, hoping that none of them are already on the lookout for me. Find consulting room, log onto computer, find GP supervisor, scan first patient’s records, call in first patient, listen to description of sore back/palpitations/cough/noisy neighbours/insomnia/incontinence/unemployment/divorce/pregnancy/itchy toe, ask semi-informed questions relating to symptoms, rack brains to check for obvious missed things, smile, examine back/chest/abdomen/toe, write in notes, ask about ideas concerns and expectations, check BNF, discuss options, ask questions, explain medications, call doctor, present history, write in notes.  See next patient, do neurological exam, explain difference between tension headache and migraine, try to allay anxieties about medication side effects, calculate BMI, check appointment list, apologise to next patient for lateness, listen to chest, look at tonsils, take temperature, print diet advice, call the doctor, breathe. Feel a pulse, take patient for ECG, diagnose atrial fibrillation, discuss management with doctor, explain different anticoagulants to patient while doctor writes referral, pass tissues, make small talk about patient’s son who is training to be a doctor. Think about that cup of coffee. Join doctor on home visit, take blood pressure, write in notes, play with the dog. Drive back to surgery, grab lunch, mainline coffee just because I finally can. Return to consulting room, call in next patient, repeat.

The thing is, I was looking forward to this placement a lot; I always thought I’d like GP and I was interested to see how the days would be. I like people’s stories. I like that every patient has a social or psychological side to their presentation, and that that stuff matters to the GP. I like that I have responsibility here – my own list of patients each day who I see on my own. I like that when I say I’m the student doctor people actually nod and stay in the room, and even listen to what I say. I didn’t realise how crazy busy it would be though. I take my hat off to GPs. The job is phenomenally grinding and complex and they work their socks off. I don’t know if I could do it forever, I don’t know if I have it in me to care enough, in ten-minute slots, about every sore foot and infected finger and sleepless night that walks through the door, and then to be on-the-ball enough to pick out the cardiac arrhythmia, the sick baby, the case of cancer and do something in time. It remains to be seen if I can do that.

The thing is though… here’s the thing: when I get home each night, and stop to think about it, I have had an awesome day.