Mood:
don't askThe trouble about being in a community as tiny as this is you can't talk about things "in general". The General tends to get offended as in a 28-bed largely empty hospital, there are only specifics.
So I can't tell you the details of the first autopsy I witnessed, how the person died, or about any critical incidents that may or may not have surrounded the event. I might just get away with saying that the closet-sized mortuary is next door to the chapel, and while cleaning up the overspill ran under the door and destroyed the chapel carpet. At midnight, I was sneaking mops from the ward, and jumping up and down on incontinence pads on the chapel floor, trying to soak it up.
Despite its size, the King Edward VII Memorial Hospital does have a range of pathology to boast. On my first day I came across Ramsay Hunt Syndrome, recurrent pericarditis, life-threatening hypercalcaemia, and talcum-power inhalation resulting in ten respiratory arrests overnight. Only one day in theatre so far, but I feel as though I'm going to learn a lot.
