A medical family

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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