How do GPs consult with children and are we any good at it? A very central part of this month's Journal (Cahill pages 866 & 904).
Re-live your personal experience! As a child I remember a smell. Of polished linoleum floors, a whiff of chloroform perhaps. My wife remembers fog, for her GP smoked a pipe, a spectre in the mist, bearded, phantasmagorical. James Willis, when he became a grown-up GP, remembered surgeries as torture chambers, complete with foot-long stainless steel ear syringes, and hid them in dark drawers thereafter. …