Year 2 as a house surgeon... is not different than Year 1. You get a bit more confident. You know the workings of the hospital. You learn a few more tricks.
The same jokes get told at the coffee table. But they never get old... especially when all your friends are doctors too. And no one else finds them funny, because they don't understand the jargon or the culture. It seems like we're a different breed of person, now that I'm a doctor.
It feels weird. To finish med school, get through the years then suddenly bam start work, bam a whole year has passed by. Time to get a move on the career path, time to take on more responsibility. I don't feel like an adult. But I have adult responsibilities. In my heart of hearts, I still defer to my parents. But nowadays, they are deferring to me. I'm not so sure I'm giving the right advice sometimes. It is nice to know they are loosening the reigns.
My brother appears to be making good progress in med school and life. I'm glad.
I miss my friends in KL. Looking forward to seeing them again. In 9 days. But before that, I have a week of night calls. My first set of night on-call. I dread the call where I don't know what to do and freeze. ABC ABC, call the reg now. Adrenaline rush a brush. I hate it when I come to the ward and everyone somehow breathes a relief that 'the doctor is here'. I'm only 26. I'm only a baby in a ward with 99 year olds. And I can't restrain a violent patient. I'll even need the nurse to administer the IM haldol (because I'll probably stick myself in the process)
And now for a few photos ;P
Possum hunting with my parents
Staying at a super farmstay in Rotorua
Me and Jamie post-graduation. We brought my grandma to her first pub crawl - to one pub. Hehe
We gave Biggie away because we've move to a house without a plot of lawn. He's traded up, now grown so fat enough to sprain his leg, needed pig physio because he's too fat and has a girlfriend. Long live the Notorious P. I. G. :)
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