Why doctors strike: a matter of survival
Ever been so tired you forgot your own name? I remember a junior doctor on strike in London who told me exactly that. Thirty-six hours awake, stumbling into the children’s ward, staring at a prescription pad. “I couldn’t even remember my own name,” he said, “let alone the right antibiotic dose.”
That was not about wages. That was about survival, his and the children’s.
Yet the story always gets told the same …