Dr Pam Rachootin
Medical disaster

I have always been in awe of people who are forced to do their best to survive in trying circumstances.

Jerri Nielsen, the Antarctic doctor who performed surgery and chemotherapy to treat her own

Dr Pam Rachootin11th February 2019

I AM still on a high after the inaugural Art of Medicine exhibition featuring the work of South Australian doctors and medical students. If I have stopped doing cartwheels, it is only because I can’t

I HOLD a weekly patient sweepstake and the winners are those with the most amusing utterances. By focusing on these interactions, I am hoping to forget the more disturbing ones, such as the patient

LOOKING back on a life of learning, two things stand out now. I am so very grateful to Miss King, who taught me how to type in Year 8. Of course, she terrified me at the time with daily speed and

A PATIENT visiting from interstate was brought to my surgery acutely unwell.I did my best to get him better. He was pleased with his recovery despite needing to be on several medications indefinitely

THERE are just so many times you can hear: “My naturopath would like these tests done.” Or “Please fax a referral to the specialist”.How about those who demand to discuss complicated results over the

“HI PAM. I was hoping to meet you in the city for coffee. Would like to have a chat about something. When would you have the time?”I reply promptly: “Happy to have my brain picked, but I’m not around

THE GP has a vantage point like no other from which to view society.My patients swarm, like bees, and deliver back their experiences of the outside world. Like the queen bee, I stay in my little cell,

IT WAS October, 1962, in Los Angeles at the beginning of a new school year. I was nine years old.The TV hummed in the living room as legendary newscaster Walter Cronkite reported escalating tensions

IT WAS, for me, a sad end to 2014.My 88-year-old father fell and fractured his hip. With all of his other medical problems, he was inoperable and allowed to die.In past conversations, Dad had made it

I HAVE been sorting through 30 years of collected letters from friends and family received since I migrated to Australia.There are some gems I’ve rediscovered amid the more mundane chronicles of daily