The Diary: History laid bare by a Naked Nurse...

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It has a name which makes it sound like a particularly unsubtle Robin Asquith film.

But anyone looking for smut and sauce in a new autobiography called Naked Nurse will be somewhat disappointed.

The eye-opening book recounts the real-life experiences of Rose MacFarlane, a 1960s Royal Hallamshire Hospital trainee. Safe to say it’s less boobs and bums, more blood and guts. Bedroom frolics don’t make an appearance but bedpans certainly do.

“Why Naked Nurse?” Rose, originally from Holmesfield, ponders. “It’s like Naked Chef. The book strips back myths about nursing. But there’s no naughtiness – apart from when I give a private enema to an aristocrat perhaps.”

The book – published by Rose Tinted Specs – charts the nurse’s life after she started training in 1963.

There’s humour, there’s horror and there’s her first night in casualty when a journalist from The Star called to ask if the train crash victims had arrived yet.

“It was the first I’d heard of a crash,” recalls the 69-year-old mother-of-two who lived in Tapton Court during her three year training.

“Part of me went into shock as I imagined the disaster and part of me kept imagining myself on the front of the newspaper as a heroine nurse. Then the door banged open and a soot-faced engine driver was wheelchaired in with a broken ankle. It was only a derailed goods train.”

Stern senior sisters, beloved colleagues and unusual patients are all recalled. One of the latter was none other than Lord Mayor John Worrall.

“He was admitted with status asthmaticus,” recalls Rose, who now lives in France with partner David. “It made me want to run away. The fear was that we would let the hospital’s impeccably high standards down.”

Fortunately, the Lord Mayor got well – and gave the nurse a ride in his official car as a thank you.

Her time here wasn’t without tragedy, though.

“It was heartbreaking when four children and one baby died during my three month stint at the Children’s Hospital,” she recounts.

She graduated in 1966 and moved to London to pursue her career. She continued to work for the NHS until suffering a serious back injury in the 1980s. Now, she’s hoping her book will be as popular with the folk of Sheffield as the folk of Sheffield were with her.

“I love Sheffield people,” she says. “And I really hope people think it’s a good read.”

It is. Even without Robin Asquith.

Available on Amazon.