Monday 25th December 1989 Coronary Care Unit 18.32 Dad was admitted with chest pain at 7 o’clock this morning. We all spent the day on CCU.
Sunday 24th December 1989 After dinner 19.41 Mum is usually in charge of most of the Christmas preparations but Dad always does the crackers. On Christmas Eve, he carefully takes them apart, swaps the jokes for some of his own and puts them
Friday 22nd December 1989 Morning surgery 10.50 “I wouldn’t usually come about a sore throat, Doctor Dennis, but it’s Christmas on Monday and I still have loads to do. Maybe I’m a bit run down with all the excitement. I seem
Saturday 16th December 1989 Portmere vs Barry Town 14.21 These days, if I see Phil at a match, he always buys me a cup of tea. Since I treated his wart, we
Thursday 7th December 1989 Morning surgery 10.40 We saw a schoolboy with a sore throat this morning. “I wouldn’t normally ask for antibiotics for a sore throat,” his mum said, “but Dylan has got an important exam tomorrow.” “I don’t usually
Thursday 7th December 1989 Early morning waking 01.10 “How are you Dennis?” “I’m fine, thank you, Mrs Vaughan. How can I help you?” “Oh Dennis! I don’t know what to do! I’ve got terrible prolapsing piles!”
Thursday 30th November 1989 Morning surgery 09.50 “It’s not sinusitis, Mrs Crosby.” “But I’ve got horrible, thick, green catarrh.” “That’s because you’ve got a cold.” “My sinuses are really painful.” “They’re uncomfortable.” “I get excrutiating pain when I put my head
Wednesday 22nd November 1989 Early morning waking 01.32 “It’s time you started seeing your own patients, Dennis.” “I’m not ready, Dad.” “You’ll be fine, Dennis. I’ll be sitting in the room next door. You’ll learn so much.” Of course, my first
Thursday 16th November 1989 Morning coffee break 12.10 “Just pop in and ask your doctor?” My Dad looked puzzled and annoyed. “Yes, Desmond, it’s a new government scheme.” Our practice manager, Mrs Andrea Jones, was reading a large, glossy brochure. “The
Saturday 11th November 1989 Middle of the night 00.18 “It will be a good opportunity for you to see some proper emergencies, Dennis.” Dad’s idea of me spending a Saturday night with
Thursday 2nd November 1989 Morning coffee break 12.00 “Dennis, I have just realised something. How long have I been working here in the practice?” I sighed. “You keep asking me that, Dad. It’s thirty years.” “Yes I have and, since then,
Sunday 29th October 1989 At home 17.00 I told my dad that I didn’t know anything about hormones but, of course, I do. We’ve got hormones at home. On a Sunday, we always try to have a relaxing, family afternoon.
Thursday 26th October 1989 Morning surgey 10.00 “I have lost my voice, Dr Dennis.” “I don’t think so, Mrs Vaughan.” Even I got that one right.
Wednesday 18th October 1989 After breakfast 08.15 Malignant melanoma! I knew it. The worst kind of skin cancer. I should never have listened to my Dad. “It’s not even a mole, Dennis. It’s just a freckle.” That’s what he had
Thursday 12th October 1989 Morning surgery 08.53 “Right, Mrs Crosby, let me sum up. You came to see Dr Lewis on Monday.” “Yes, doctor.” “At that stage, you had had a cough for 3 days and a bit of a
Sunday 8th October 1989 Sunday morning 09.07 “Have we run out of marmalade?” My Dad looked bedraggled after being on call. Mum passed him some hot toast and coffee. “I had to go to see poor Mrs Austin, last night.
Thursday 5th October 1989 Morning surgery 10.20 Valerie Vaughan’s husband Vernon had a brother called Victor. Victor had married Valerie’s sister, Vera. “To be completely honest, Dennis, both brothers had their eye on me. In fact, I went out
Thursday 28th September 1989 Morning surgery 11.00 “Good morning, doctor. How are you?” “I’m fine, thank you, Mr Parry.” “Yes, I must say that you are looking very well. Did you enjoy your holiday?” My Dad looked slightly surprised.
Tuesday 19th September 1989 Rethymnon 14:17 Trust Declan! He had been rock climbing, fallen and cut his head open. His best holiday t-shirt was covered in blood. Dad said that he would stitch him up. “I don’t want to
Wednesday 13th September 1989 Agia Galini 12:00 Dad and I had been really careful with our sun tan oil this year but the mosquitoes were the worst ever.
Friday 8th September 1989 After dinner 19:30 We are off to Agia Galini tomorrow. I told Dad that this would be my last family holiday. Next year, I am going to go with my friends after we have finished
Thursday 7th September 1989 Morning surgery 09:20 “I’m trying to check your blood pressure, Mrs Crosby!” “I am sorry, Doctor.” “Well, if you talk to me while I am checking your blood pressure, I won’t concentrate properly on what
Tuesday 29th August 1989 After breakfast 07:50 Dear Desmond, We were very disappointed to find that you had changed your holiday dates at the last minute. By then, of course,
Thursday 24th August 1989 Morning surgery 10:30 “Don’t keep arguing with me, Mrs Crosby!” Dad’s alarm had not gone off. We got up late and left home without any breakfast. “I am not arguing, Doctor.” “Yes, you are, Mrs
Thursday 17th August 1989 Morning Surgery 11:10 “How are you, Mr Lawley?” “My back is awful, Dr Dennis.” “I am very sorry to hear that.” “Your’s would be too if you had spent 18 hours on a trolley in
Thursday 10th August 1989 Morning surgery 11:20 I thought Max looked really ill. He walked slowly and painfully down the corridor to Dad’s room, leaning heavily on his crutches. He
Friday 4th August 1989 Criccieth beach 17:12 Our discussions about waiting lists had made us all feel hungry. It was Dad’s afternoon off and he decided to take us for a walk on the beach followed by fish and
Thursday 3rd August 1989 At home 19:22 “I don’t understand these waiting lists, Dad.” “It’s very straightforward, Dennis. It’s just a queue, really.” “Yes, but you’ve been telling everybody that there is a 24 week waiting list for an
Thursday 27th July 1989 Morning surgery 10:13 “They’re flea bites.” “Flea bites, doctor! They can’t be.” Mrs Vaughan looked quite upset. “Yes, they are, Mrs Vaughan.” “It’s not shingles, then?” “No.” “You know I’m susceptible to shingles. I’ve had it
Thursday 20th July 1989 Wart clinic 16:30 Phil had caught a wart from one of his girlfriends. It was on a very embarrassing part of his body. I gave him
Thursday 13th July 1989 Morning surgery 11:05 Catherine Taylor was our first patient this morning. She was 19 years old. “I’m pregnant, doctor.” “That’s fantastic! Congratulations! Well done! What can I do for you?” “I want a termination.”
Thursday 6th July 1989 Morning surgery 10:06 “Nothing in particular! What do you mean? You can’t put nothing in particular as a cause of death. This woman must have died of something.” My Dad held the phone away from his
Friday 30th June 1989 After dinner 19:40 Cauliflower cheese and chips used to be my Dad’s favourite snack when he was on-call in the hospital. He would arrange to meet Alistair, one of his colleagues from the surgical ward,
Thursday 22nd June 1989 Morning surgery 11:00 “My hairdresser sent me.” “Did she, now?” My Dad looked less than impressed. “She thinks that I have got a small skin cancer on my right ear.” My Dad laughed.” Does she,
Wednesday 14th June 1989 At home 16:45 It was my 15th birthday. I had a big kiss and a fountain pen from Mrs Vaughan. “It is time you started writing
Thursday 8th June 1989 Morning surgery 10:40 Valerie Vaughan was in today with more pain. After she had told my Dad all her symptoms, he said to her: “Look, Valerie, I think we have all got to accept that
Thursday 1st June 1989 Morning surgery 11:30 Dad hardly spoke to me during surgery this morning. He seems to have lost interest in teaching. He didn’t say much to his patients either.
Wednesday 31st May 1989 Lunchtime 13:10 Zoe and Chloe are going back to Cardiff today. They baked a big coffee and walnut cake for all the staff. Everyone is sad to see them go. Dr Lewis came in on
Thursday 25th May 1989 Morning surgery 10:20 Zoe and Chloe have been seeing their own patients. They take turns in presenting ‘each case’ to my Dad. “Melissa Martin is 15 years old. She has had a sore throat for
Wednesday 17th May 1989 After dinner 19:40 Dad and I were having beans on toast for tea because Mum was visiting Gran in the hospital. She and Declan arrived home just as we finished eating. “Well, Gran’s had her
Thursday 11th May 1989 Morning surgery 09:23 “Let’s have a look at this rash then, Mrs Preston.” My Dad looked impatiently at his watch. Mrs Preston was quite flustered as
Thursday 4th May 1989 Morning surgery 10:50 “Right, Zoe, was Mrs Spencer coughing up any blood?” “I don’t know, Dr Dennis. I forgot to ask. I suppose she would have said if she was.” “You can’t be sure, Zoe.”
Thursday 27th April 1989 After dinner 19:20 “What?” My Dad was astounded. “Don’t be so stupid, Declan!” “Yes, Declan,” I joined in. “that’s really stupid.” Declan had suggested that, if the all hospital managers sat down, they could work
Thursday 27th April 1989 Morning surgery 08:55 My Dad is furious with our local hospital. He has just spent 20 minutes trying to admit a lady with severe, acute asthma. The nurse who deals with all the emergencies had
Thursday 20th April 1989 Morning surgery 10:20,10:30,10:40,10:50 This morning, we had four schoolboys in: all from the same class in the same primary school and all with sore throats. Their tonsils all looked pretty similar and my Dad said
Thursday 13th April 1989 Morning surgery 09:00 “These tablets aren’t working, Dr Dennis. The pain is a lot worse. My whole back is agony, right from the very top of my neck to the very bottom of my spine:
Thursday 6th April 1989 Home visit 12:50 Tim died more quickly than my Dad had expected. He passed away last night. We all went to offer our condolences to Mrs Chapman. Dad and I both said how sorry we
Thursday 30th March 1989 Baby clinic 10:20 As Dr Lewis was on holiday, Dad had to do the baby clinic. There was no health visitor to help him. At first, he seemed confident enough but there were 24 small
Thursday 23rd March 1989 Home visit 13:00 Tim had deteriorated. Yesterday, he was confused. Today, he was unconscious. My Dad shouted at him and shook him. There was no
Wednesday 15th March 1989 After dinner 19:20 Dad said that he had sent Zoe and Chloe back to see Tim. He had decided that it would be an interesting assignment for them;
Thursday 9th March 1989 Home Visit 12:44 Tim’s friend, Fred, had come to see him. He was sitting by the bed, laughing loudly, when we arrived. Fred was holding a
Thursday 2nd March 1989 Home Visit 13:02 It was another home visit with the medical students. Tim was 37 years old. My Dad said that he was dying of liver
Thursday 23rd February 1989 Morning surgery 09:30 My Dad explained to us that tummy pain is often caused by constipation in small children. “I am always surprised,” he said, “by the number of these children who are constipated and
Thursday 16th February 1989 Morning surgery 10:20 My Dad was pretty pleased with himself today. He diagnosed a ruptured Achilles tendon. To top it all, they had missed it in casualty. They thought the patient had a sprained ankle.
Thursday 9th February 1989 At home 21:05 “Here’s another interesting story, Daphne.” Dad was reading the local paper. Mum did not look up from her magazine. “Last Friday, 9 year old Peter Burgess was admitted to hospital with an
Thursday 2nd February 1989 Morning surgery 10:59 My Dad had just finished dealing with another sore throat. “What did you notice about Mrs Wynne, Dennis?” “She had a normal sore throat.” “Yes, obviously. Was there anything else?” “Her glands
Thursday 26th January 1989 Morning coffee break 11:50 “One of the best things about lady doctors is that they can actually feel their patients’ symptoms.” Zoe, Chloe and Dr Lois pricked up their ears when they heard this. “If
Wednesday 18th January 1989 19:38 Dad never stops at an accident.
Saturday 14th January 1989 09:03 On a Saturday morning, Dad likes to go to the baker’s for fresh bread. If we get there at about 9 o’clock, the loaves are still warm. He used to send me into the
Thursday 12th January 1989 Morning surgery 10:20 “Hang on, Mrs Vaughan! Can I stop you, there?” Mrs Vaughan gave my Dad a stern look. “I would like to bring the medical students in.” He turned to Zoe and Chloe. “Here,
Thursday 5th January 1989 Morning surgery 11:17 “Doctor, I’ve got terrible side effects with these new tablets! I am itching all over. My lips feel swollen and my throat. My husband says my eyes are puffy. I feel sick. I