Sunday, 30 April 2017


Hi to anyone who still reads this, that was a bit dramatic to end with.  I ended up doing what most other people I used to read did - get to foundation year and have no time left in my life to blog.  :( Sorry guys.  That really wasn't my intention.
From where I left off I had three weeks to plan a funeral, pack up Mum's stuff and my stuff and move half way across the country to start my new job as an F1.  Thanks to a lot of help from my family and Mr I did it and I threw myself into my new job with gusto which helped a lot to distract me.  Now I find I'm coming to the end of my foundation years and about to uproot and move again and I can honestly say that I believe I have the best job in the world.  Medicine is everything I hoped it would be and more and I truly, truly love it.  It is hard work, rewarding, back breaking, exhausting, thankless, exhilarating, comical, lonely, supported, terrifying and great fun and I have made such good friends.  I have been lucky enough to have stayed in the same DGH for 2 years so I know most people and how thinks work in it.  I have rotated through Emergency Medicine, Diabetes and Endocrine, General Surgery, General Practice and Cardiology and I'm now in Trauma and Orthopaedics.
I've had

  • on call shifts from hell where everyone tries to die at the same time in geometrically opposite ends of the hospital
  • bizarre shifts where I'm bleeped because a patient is stealing other people's jumpers
  • delirious shifts where we crumpled on the floor maniacally laughing at 0400 because there's nothing else to do
  • winter pressures that lasted 6 months
  • sole responsibility for 3.5 wards of patients and a strong desire to hurl the bleep out the window and go cry in a stock cupboard
  • a posting stripped of its juniors after I left because it was so bad and poorly supervised
  • a letter written into the local newspaper from a grateful patient about how pleased they were with my care
I have loved every minute of it, even the awful bits because every shift does end and I can make a difference to something, someone, somewhere and that is enough for me.  At the end of every shift I go home to this little girl, who is just so happy to see me and doesn't care what I have done or not done she just wants chin rubs in this particular spot until my finger drops off, and a comfy lap to sleep on.  That I can do.  

Recently I completed a really long form and went for an interview which I was certain I bombed. Remarkably, I am thrilled to say I got my first choice training job.  In August I will be starting back down south and a lot closer to home as an ST1 in ACCS Emergency Medicine.  Things are coming up Bean!  Here's hoping I have enough time to take you guys with me on the next bit of my adventures.


Purple Student Doctor said...

Thanks for the update. I'm glad everything's going well for you :).

mhs said...

keep writing! i'll never forget reading that post about you mum, it stays with me.

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