Tuesday, 28 January 2014
I've been called a lot of things during my career - baby doc, nurse, asshole, student, intern - but I've never been called a fraud until just a few weeks ago. While arguing with a few people on Twitter about the meaning and significance of brain death, I was accused of not being a real doctor. Of being a fake, a fraud.
At first I tried to defend myself, to tell these people that I am, in fact, a doctor, that I actually do take care of patients, I actually save lives. Of course they didn't listen. They continued their crusade against me. I have no idea why they felt the need to try to discredit me. Maybe they just don't like that I disagreed with them. Regardless, I stopped defending myself. I started ignoring them because I realised it didn't matter what they think.
Except that it does matter. My integrity, honesty, and professionalism have never been called into question like this. The problem I have is that I have no defence. I have no way of proving myself, short of revealing my identity. I use a pseudonym because I staunchly refuse to compromise the privacy of my patients and my family.
I seriously doubt any of my "doubters" will read this. But on the off chance one of you is reading this and got this far, ask yourself one question:
Why would I impersonate a doctor online? What motive would I have? What would I possibly have to gain? Money? I haven't make a penny off any of this and I don't expect to. Fame? Ha, no. Respect? I get enough of that from my family, colleagues, and patients, and I would hardly expect to get any real respect from random people online. So why go to the trouble of such an elaborate hoax for so long?
The truth is that I started this blog for myself, so I wouldn't forget my stories, and so my children (when they get older) would know what Daddy deals with when he goes to work. But it's evolved into more than that.
I write now because I enjoy writing, and I continue writing because there seems to be a decent number of people out there who enjoy it. It doesn't take long to write a blog post, just a few minutes here and there, and I wish I had more time to write a daily update. But I don't.
If no one else reads this blog ever again, I'll at least still have my stories for my wife and my children. And for myself. I don't do this because I have to. I do it to inform, amuse, and educate.
If you'd like to believe I'm not a doctor, you have the right to your opinion. But I'm sure the scores, possibly hundreds of patients who are still on this Earth because of me and my team would rabidly disagree with you.
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