Lesson Plan: At the doctor’s

Let this post be written in memory and as my tribute to my father, if not a good (I’m not the one to say), at least a well-respected doctor among his colleagues and patients. Let this post be a  far too late explanation of why I didn’t choose to become  a doctor when I/ we knew that it had always been my father’s dream.
During  my childhood and adolescence I lived surrounded by scalpels, syringes, pills,… several rooms in my house were dedicated to my father’s private  practice (there was not a Seguridad Social center ). I have seen  too much blood  and bleeding to last me a lifetime and it certainly took its toll on me. I’m going to save you the gory details but one of my earliest memories is knowing there was a piece of frozen lip in the kitchen freezer from one of my best friends’ brother ( a dog had bitten him). My father always dreamed of one of his children following his line of work but we all disappointed him. I wouldn’t like to be a doctor and the reasons are several.

• All my life I have seen my father being woken up in the middle of the night and leaving home in a hurry
• All my life I have dreaded the telephone ringing in the middle of our Christmas’s dinner and even sometimes we opened up our presents while my father was away healing somebody else
• All my life I have seen my father being verbally assaulted in the streets by patients who didn’t understand that he was not working and he, having the patient of a saint, answering all their doubts and above all, listening.
• All my life I have seen my father worrying to death about a patient
• All my life I have heard people criticising doctors for making mistakes, not prescribing enough pills or too many pills, seeing patients too fast or too slowly. I have seen my father cry over the death of a friend when he, who presumably, had the power, could do nothing to save him. Dad!! You were not God!

There’s a long etc of why I have never considered being a doctor but all my life I have seen my father dedicated to a job that he loved. A good doctor is more than academic excellence, it requires more than brain and skill it is also about compassion, kindness, humanity, tolerance, sensitivity and I like to believe that my father possessed all of them.

Here’s a lesson about Going to the doctor’s I have prepared for my pre-intermediate students. You’re warmly welcome to do it.

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6 thoughts on “Lesson Plan: At the doctor’s

  1. Hi, Cristina.
    What a beautiful post you have written! It’s so moving!
    Unfortunately, I also know what losing a parent feels like, how hard it is.
    Although you didn’t choose to become a doctor yourself, I’m sure that, wherever he is now, your father will be proud of you. You’re doing great work in your job as a teacher, and this excellent blog is a good proof. I’m sure your students are delighted with it.

  2. I´m absolutely agree with Maria Jesus´post.I understand your feelings because I lost my father when I was twelve, and is a hard situation but we must go on (like the show).
    It is better to be a great teacher than be a bad doctor,I mean that I think you don´t like blood, scalpels and things like these.I´m so glad that your choice were, to be a teacher.
    I hope to meet you in another couse.

  3. You have written the whole anecdote in such a beautiful rhythm. I can understand your feelings and I must say he will be also happy somewhere around you. My parents also wished me to be a doctor but i did not prefer it. Anyways, it is a long story but being a teacher you are also doing a great job with passion and interest and you must be doing it well.

  4. It is best not to become a doctor for the right reasons than to become one for all the wrong ones.
    I’m sure your father knew this and was not disappointed.

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