I had a phone call yesterday informing me that one of the people I worked with in my PRHO or F1 years has their first consultant post. Well, the Trust had to get someone cheap to do the clinically risky job. Apparently, this person decided to say " I knew Dr Pal in 1999" and then started to make all sorts of excuses about her behaviour 10 years ago.
Yes, we all knew Ms Fairweather Friend - once the phone was dropped on her by me, I never went back. The reason the phone was dropped on her was she never backed me up during the whistleblowing period. She spent the rest of the years plagued with guilt. Even to this day, she remembers what I don't even recall. As I reminded her in 1999, it would remain etched in her mind for good. I also reminded her that cowards aren't friends.
Quite frankly it takes me a lot to walk about on people - but I did walk out on her. Am I happy she is a consultant? Well, whatever social status means these days and I suppose she will be important in the circles she revolves in. What can I say about that? Did she develop as a person, probably not.
To be quite frank, I moved away from the medical fraternity of self perceived superiority many years ago and never returned back. It is a bit like those doctors who love writing their degrees and titles at the bottom of any documentation as if to " gloat" over it. As if it makes them any different than the rest of the world.
Apparently, the guilt has still festered around her for the last decade given her flustering effects yesterday. That isn't my problem. Her efforts to creep back by email a number of years ago failed. They are likely to fail in the future. She calls it a misunderstanding, they all do. I call it a betrayal. The other assumption of many people is that a whistleblower will settle for anything in terms of friendship. The perception is that they are somehow desperate in some way. Well, this whistleblower ain't desperate and unlike the rest of the population, I can exist independently without the need for company for quite sometime. Social dependance or acceptance is not my thing - then it never has been.
To top it all off, I note that this one wrote a paper with the very man who penned a hate missive with Professor John Temple to the Department of Health - regarding me. Seriously, for some reason these hateful people assume that they can pen any untruths and circulate it around the health service. And that is what happens when you are a whistleblower. Those in power derive great satisfaction in dissing you for no reason - then your ex friends go and write papers with them.
The circular effect of fate never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what this decade is going to bring - a gaggle of ex colleagues and friends all apologizing because they were yellow livered in 1998-9. I do recall, Dr Aloke Sen and his quipps during his marriage invites "Ah Rita, let bygones be bygones"? Really, so I am supposed to forgive the fact that he rang me up in 1999 and told me he didn't want to associate with a whistleblower because it wasn't good for his career. So how about saying " Sorry Rita, I was completely wrong and out of order". Of course, words like that are far too much for this GP. I suspect as they get older, they start to develop some kind of guilt for their conceited and selfish behavior. For some reason, the expectation is that I shall let bygones by bygones and forget. I believe the issue they forget is this - I have moved on, I no longer require idiots plaguing my life, I no longer have to listen to their superiority complex and I no longer have to put up with selfish people.
Yes, we all knew Ms Fairweather Friend - once the phone was dropped on her by me, I never went back. The reason the phone was dropped on her was she never backed me up during the whistleblowing period. She spent the rest of the years plagued with guilt. Even to this day, she remembers what I don't even recall. As I reminded her in 1999, it would remain etched in her mind for good. I also reminded her that cowards aren't friends.
Quite frankly it takes me a lot to walk about on people - but I did walk out on her. Am I happy she is a consultant? Well, whatever social status means these days and I suppose she will be important in the circles she revolves in. What can I say about that? Did she develop as a person, probably not.
To be quite frank, I moved away from the medical fraternity of self perceived superiority many years ago and never returned back. It is a bit like those doctors who love writing their degrees and titles at the bottom of any documentation as if to " gloat" over it. As if it makes them any different than the rest of the world.
Apparently, the guilt has still festered around her for the last decade given her flustering effects yesterday. That isn't my problem. Her efforts to creep back by email a number of years ago failed. They are likely to fail in the future. She calls it a misunderstanding, they all do. I call it a betrayal. The other assumption of many people is that a whistleblower will settle for anything in terms of friendship. The perception is that they are somehow desperate in some way. Well, this whistleblower ain't desperate and unlike the rest of the population, I can exist independently without the need for company for quite sometime. Social dependance or acceptance is not my thing - then it never has been.
To top it all off, I note that this one wrote a paper with the very man who penned a hate missive with Professor John Temple to the Department of Health - regarding me. Seriously, for some reason these hateful people assume that they can pen any untruths and circulate it around the health service. And that is what happens when you are a whistleblower. Those in power derive great satisfaction in dissing you for no reason - then your ex friends go and write papers with them.
The circular effect of fate never ceases to amaze me. I wonder what this decade is going to bring - a gaggle of ex colleagues and friends all apologizing because they were yellow livered in 1998-9. I do recall, Dr Aloke Sen and his quipps during his marriage invites "Ah Rita, let bygones be bygones"? Really, so I am supposed to forgive the fact that he rang me up in 1999 and told me he didn't want to associate with a whistleblower because it wasn't good for his career. So how about saying " Sorry Rita, I was completely wrong and out of order". Of course, words like that are far too much for this GP. I suspect as they get older, they start to develop some kind of guilt for their conceited and selfish behavior. For some reason, the expectation is that I shall let bygones by bygones and forget. I believe the issue they forget is this - I have moved on, I no longer require idiots plaguing my life, I no longer have to listen to their superiority complex and I no longer have to put up with selfish people.
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