LOL.......where do I start?
From a child I always wanted to be a doctor as much as the doctor was the only one in the community with a car as a vocational choice.
I used every excuse to go to A&E and every excuse to linger and smell that particular smell of ether..........just loved it.
Problem was that I was brought up by my grandparents, uneducated and grandad was a labourer on the railway and was in no way encouraged to be a doctor, as it was above my "station".
My future was, in their eyes....."on the railway".
I obtained a scholarship to the local grammar school, loved it and flourished, not academically, but at sport which was to become an important part of getting into medical school......that was in the 50's.
London teaching hospitals were my aim, but the competition was great BUT sport was essential in those days to get into Barts, Thomas's, Guys or indeed any teaching hospital in London.
I was accepted as a medical student in 1953 at the London Hospital as it was then, but is now the Royal London.
So much to do, so many interesting people to meet, my studies suffered , I didn't work hard enough, but I qualified as a doctor in 1959.
I regret not working hard enough at Med School.
My post qualification details span the rest of my life, which gave me the chance to study as I should have done and then go on to take post graduate qualifications, which may be boring to AB.
I will stop now, but will continue if need be......LOL