Perhaps I’m a bit daft and a bit
sensitive, but seeing stomatocytes gives me flashbacks to when an eighteen year
old me was peering down a microscope whilst a rather nasty and vindictive senior
MLSO (who I later found out had once fallen out with my uncle) was
almost hysterical in his ranting about how useless I was because I couldn’t
identify stomatocytes despite never having seen them before and having at best
a few weeks’ experience of looking at blood films.
The Royal East Sussex Hospital was a
truly delightful place to work all those years ago… but looking back I remember
so many of those people with whom I worked and make a point of trying my hardest not
to be like they were…
There’s reflection, but probably not how
the nice people at the HCPC intend.
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