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Originally Posted by Discombobulated
I am sorry you had to deal with this. I would like to say it may lessen as you age but observation has shown me that's not always the case.
I was a little taken aback you said you became a doctor to show there is more to you. I would say very few people are capable of the academic and emotional demands of medicine- honestly I admire anyone who does that! Regardless of how they look.
I can see you are a mother of a confident happy young woman too - that is definitely an achievement too!
I have a friend with an unusual appearance due to a birth condition- they also get stared at. They learned to ignore it. Maybe this will be your path too?
Just wanted to add not all women are jealous of attractive women, at least not the ones I know. It would be a boring life if we all looked the same!
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Thank you for sharing though I deeply sympathise for your friend, that is mean of others who treated them so despicably.
I resigned Eastbourne District General Hospital after the last straw - a 20 stone patient pinched my bottom and half the department laughed. Until I tackled the man and dropped him to the floor. Security threw him out. That incident had me nicknamed "Doctor Beautiful Bad ***"
I now work at a medical centre close to where I live. The hours remain long, about 60 hours a week. We GPs are paid according to the number of patients we see during a year. This week, Monday to Friday I'll have seen 200 patients. Today I saw 38 patients and had 4 cancellations. Every fortnight I work a Saturday morning and see 10 to 15 patients all double-appointments of 20 minutes maybe more. And masses of paperwork. I type 180 wpm, which helps.
No pun intended, but the beauty of this new job is my medical colleagues treat me decently. My chief has put me onto a GP partnering course so that I will eventually qualify as a GP Partner of our Practice. Most mornings my chief greets me, "Morning 007". I reply, "Morning M" and we laugh. It's a great way to start the day. But it was my daughter who saw this behemoth first and she was hopping from foot to foot saying I've got to see it! So we went in and 2 hours later after an initial test drive, I was hooked!
My truck is an exact replica of the James Bond Defender SVX for the Spectre film. The sheer mass of this truck has done great things for my road confidence since that dreadful accident which nearly killed me last spring. I've done offroading anyway and taken that course in defensive driving. Last week we went to France in it. What a trip! But broadly speaking, my inner confidence has multiplied so I no longer cringe inwardly at being very attractive, and mostly because where I now work I am given greater respect.
My only downside was the tragic loss of my parents to a horrific road accident last spring in fog. I never got closure on their deaths. I adored Dad, I loved my mother even though we never got on.
The help I received here at PC for the bereavement has been tremendous, both from forum staff and members. I am getting well again, and with grateful thanks.
Rosie
