This is the first post to this blog. It’ll be short and sweet. Regular readers of Yummy Lummy know I’m usually light on words and let images tell the story.
I grew up in a medical family. My father trained in Otago and wanted to be an orthopædic surgeon. In the end Dad spent more than 30 years as a general practitioner in suburban Brisbane. Mum was a domestic science school teacher. In her teaching days the curriculum included zoölogy and physiology. This meant Mum taught how to dissect animals. As a kid I had access to Dad’s books and Mum’s instruments and while I’m not proud of it many animals in our backyard were captured and dissected.
One of my brothers is a medical practitioner and my maternal uncle is a specialist urologist (retired). My uncle’s eldest son and my cousin is a specialist otorhinolaryngologist (ear, nose and throat specialist).
Our dinner table conversation often revolved around medical discussion. It was second nature to us and I assumed as a boy, teenager and young man that talking about surgical procedures, infections and pus were perfectly acceptable topics for dinner conversation.
I’m happy I studied medicine. I’m happy I put myself through medical school working in a medical testing laboratory. I’m happy I specialised in clinical microbiology. I’m happy I learnt management. I’m happy I learnt how to work in a public service policy agency. I’m happy I can think medically and be surrounded by really interesting people every day.
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