A bitter pill
•There are few occasions in my career when I feel compelled to ask myself whether medicine was the right choice for me.
Today was one such day, one where I not only question myself as a member of the medical profession, but also as a citizen of Ireland.
Tom is 40; he and his wife Kate are the kind of soft-spoken, gentle, introspective people who make general practice a meaningful place to work. Two weeks ago Tom came to see me, complaining of a tingling sensation down his left arm with occasional stiffness in the wrist. This he attributed to his working on the computer at his office.