GPs are the ringmasters in the greatest show on earth but these days no one wants to run away and join the circus
“LADIES-S-S-S-S AND GENTLEMEN-N-N-N! Ten-n-n-n minutes till we open! Just ten-n-n-n minutes!”
The ringmaster looks out of the upstairs window as she imagines calling to the crowd. It’s 7.30am, and the queue is winding around the corner already. The surgery glows like a ghostly coliseum in the dark. The crowd stamp their feet and blow into their hands in bitter protest against the relentless wind.
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She is humbled by the patient's grit and stoicism, and can only listen with a lump in her throat.
Another 14 acts pile in one after the other before lunch
Sometimes it's her that feels like the performer, trying not to get caught up in the political circus outside.
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