Friday Project Limited Paperbacks Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt
Friday Project Limited Paperbacks Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt
Friday Project Limited Paperbacks Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt
Friday Project Limited Paperbacks Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt

Friday Project Limited Paperbacks Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt

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Trust Me Im A Junior Doctor, In Stitches, Where Does It Hurt 3 Books Collection Set:

Trust Me Im a Junior Doctor:

Starting on the evening before he begins work as a doctor, this book charts Max Pemberton's touching and funny journey through his first year in the NHS. Progressing from youthful idealism to frank bewilderment, Max realises how little his job is about 'saving people' and how much of his time is taken up by signing forms and trying to figure out all the important things no one has explained yet -- for example, the crucial question of how to tell whether someone is dead or not.

In Stitches:

The true story of an A&E doctor that became a huge word-of-mouth hit - now revised and updated. Forget what you have seen on Casualty or Holby City, this is what it is really like to be working in A&E. Dr Nick Edwards writes with shocking honesty about life as an A&E doctor. He lifts the lid on government targets that led to poor patient care. He reveals the level of alcohol-related injuries that often bring the service to a near standstill. He shows just how bloody hard it is to look after the people who turn up at the hospital door.

Where Does it Hurt?:

He's into his second year of medicine, but this time Max is out of the wards and onto the streets, working for the Phoenix Outreach Project. Fuelled by tea and more enthusiasm than experience, he attempts to locate and treat a wide and colourful range of patients that somehow his first year on the wards didn't prepare him for . . . from Molly the 80-year-old drugs mule and God in a Tesco car park, to middle-class mums addicted to appearances and pain killers in equal measure.