Dr. Muhammad Ahmed
my journey of beating the odds:
Dr. Ahmed - A physician with a difference
I am Dr Muhammad Ahmed, a British–Pakistani doctor who started as a young surgical trainee in Lahore and went on to become a Family Medicine Consultant serving communities in Pakistan, the UK and Qatar. Each move meant starting again in a new system, retraining, re‑proving myself and learning new skills in family medicine, surgery and dermatology so I could keep looking after patients from head to toe. That journey through three countries, countless exams and many night shifts has shaped me into a calm, thoroughly trained clinician who understands what it means to persevere, adapt and still put patients first.
1994
MB;BS
King Edward Medical College, Lahore-Pakistan
2002
FCPS (Surgery)
College of Physicians and Surgeons Pakistan
2004
FRCS Glasgow
Fellow of The Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons of Glasgow
2014
MRCGP UK
Member of the Royal college of General practitioners
2017
GP Fellowship in dermatology
HEEM / Dermatology Department, Pilgrim Hospital, Boston, Lincs, UK
2012
Diploma in Practical Dermatology
Cardiff University
clinical journey
DR. AHMED HAS 33 YEARS OF CLINICAL EXPERIENCE RANGING FROM RURAL MEDICINE, MAJOR SURGICAL SPECIALITIES,DERMATOLOGY, PRISON MEDICINE, AESTHETIC MECICINE TO FAMILY MEDICINE
king edward medical college, lahore-pakistan
Mayo Hospital, Lahore-Pakistan
Pilgrim Hospital ,boston-lincs
clinical journey
DR. AHMED'S CLINICAL JOURNEY
1992-93
house surgeon
Mayo hospital
Worked as a house surgeon under the illustrious Prof. Z.U. Ch.—a man often described as a “legend,” though the evidence supporting that claim remains one of medicine’s enduring mysteries. A capable district surgeon, no doubt, with a peerless gift for strategic flattery. His influence lives on through the ever-enigmatic, self-proclaimed legend Mahmood Ayyaz and the soaring ambitions of Da Legend K.M. Gondal.
It was the grand turning point of my life—when I was meant to find my future, and instead found unforgettable people I somehow still miss, quite against my better judgment.
1993-97
Basic Health units
In liaquatpur-my home town
The job: Medical Officer. No road to the BHU building, no electricity for half the year, and neighbours as warm as the bureaucracy was compassionate — which is to say, not at all. Somewhere between candlelight clinics and bureaucratic battles, I realised the Pakistan model of general practice wasn’t quite my destiny.
So I flew to Lahore, financed by my modest earnings — including an unplanned “sabbatical” courtesy of a politically staged midnight raid. Officially, I went in search of knowledge; unofficially, perhaps in search of distance. Whether that was wisdom or escapism, I still haven’t decided.
1997
Jinnah Hospital - Lahore
A short stay at Jinnah Hospital, Homeless, poor set up, corrupt management, forced to work in Anesthesia for 4 months, turned out to be good experience which helped me in later clinical life. Fed up and moved back to The Mayo Hospital.
1997-2003
FCPS; FRCS
Mayo Hospital,
HIgher Surgical Training.
Managed to skip the queue and join Mayo, thanks to a well-executed safarish. I rotated through Paediatric Surgery, General and Emergency Surgery, Orthopaedic and Trauma, Thoracic Surgery, and Urology — a true surgical buffet. The bosses were remarkable in their consistency: like date trees, offering neither fruit nor shade.
The highlight — or perhaps satire — was working with yet another “legend,” a self-taught laparoscopic surgeon who, in six years of clinical contact, never felt the urge to teach it. Perhaps mentorship was bad for business. Ironically, when I later moved to the UK, my consultant had me performing laparoscopic surgery within the first week — the same skill that was becoming the bread and butter of modern general surgery, while those who resisted evolution quietly fossilised.
During that time, I also rekindled friendships with a few truly great people — Yar Muhammad, Minir Ahmed , Anwaar Ahmed, Waseem Ishaque (the spark behind my move to the UK), Abrar Ashraf, Nadeem Aslam, Asghar Naqi, Omer Ehsan, Saquib Zahoor, Imran Andrabi, and Tarique Ishaque — genuine colleagues who made even irony feel lighter.
2010 - 2014
NHS Experience ....
- GP VTS Boston
Health education east midlands
Undoubtedly the most valuable learning experience of my life — a period when there was nothing to lose and everything to gain. The colour bias was hardly a surprise; it had followed me faithfully since the start of my career, and by now, we coexisted like old colleagues who no longer needed to speak.
I completed training after several rounds with the so-called CSA — an exam statistically allergic to people of my complexion, yet deeply in love with its own fairness. In the end, who really cares how many times I had to pass it? I knew my worth, and so did my unmistakably British trainer, Dr. A. Doddrell, who saw the absurdity for what it was and stood by me throughout. One of the rare GPs I’d once have called wise.
That view aged quickly when we later became colleagues — and the familiar pattern returned, politely dressed, impeccably rehearsed. Sometimes I think the NHS runs less on evidence and more on selective amnesia. Honestly, what is wrong with you people?
2014 - 2015
Greyfriars surgery - boston
Dr. Good — a true gentleman — confided at his retirement dinner that the partners at Greyfriars would welcome me once I conquered the CSA hurdle. I did, duly, and began my journey in General Practice as a salaried GP — never the dream, but close enough to one when painted with promises of partnership.
Greyfriars turned out to be the finest workplace I’d known in the UK. Karen Young — the gold standard of GP managers — remains my benchmark whenever the term good management is mentioned. Dr. Niemotoko and Dr. Doddrell helped me find my footing, and for a while, everything seemed almost decent.
Then came the fabled partnership opportunity — and with it, the revelation. The seat went to a “preferred” candidate, and I was left with a handshake and a reminder of patience. At first, I took it as business as usual; later, I realised I’d merely been the eleventh player — the one who carries the drinks while someone from the pavilion takes the field.
So, I chose to leave — stepping into the dark, yes, but at least walking on my own two feet instead of waiting for someone else’s invitation to play.
2015 - 2018
Westside surgery, boston.
Met some brilliant colleagues in the NHS —
2015 - 2018
PHCC Qatar-
Abu Baker al siddique Health centre , doha ,
Met some brilliant colleagues in the NHS
2023- till date
Hawthorn Medical Practice , skegness.
Met some brilliant colleagues
2023 - till date
Medicolegeal expert
gp appraiser - heem
Met some brilliant colleagues in the NHS — both native and immigrant — and witnessed institutional bias up close, not as a theory but as a daily ritual. I saw the contortions international doctors perform just to jump through hoops that seem to move each time they’re nearly cleared.
Once, I was told — quite helpfully, and quite publicly — that training wasn’t for me because I was already a “Highly Skilled Migrant.” A poetic title that translated roughly to overqualified for progress, underqualified for recognition. Soon enough, I found myself in that familiar purgatory — where dignity fades, skills rust, and ambition gets replaced by survival instinct — a cog in a grand NHS machine designed to grind until it collapses.
So, I did the sensible thing: stopped pretending to be a surgeon and decided to become a free man instead. Closed the chapter on surgery, opened the book of General Practice — the shortest, if not most glamorous, route to professional independence in the UK.
FUTURE
رو میں ہے رخش عمر کہاں دیکھیے تھمے نے ہاتھ باگ پر ہے نہ پا ہے رکاب میں
COMING SOON