IN Britain in the 1960s, patients with venereal disease were directed to the Special Clinic which was often in a back street and only opened in the evening, presumably because no-one requiring their services wanted to be seen by their bank manager, employer or wife. Medical students were required to attend sessions at these sanctuaries for the careless as part of the infectious diseases coursealmost 4,400 people were in hospital with COVID-19. Dale Carnegie had obviously never been a client as public relations and making the afflicted feel, if not exactly welcomeHealth experts had appealed fo, then at least accepted, were not often on the Special Clinic staff’s agenda.
Entering the tawdry premises in Glasgow’s Cowcaddens one wintry evening2021-04-10T14:22:05.178Z, the nurse behind a small desk didn’t raise her head at my greeting. Thrusting a bottle in my direction, she gestured towards a cubicle.
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