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Thursday, October 18, 2007
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Here are pictures from tonight's dinner with the MTU (Medical Teaching Unit) Team A, my wonderful team whom I have worked with for the past month.
LOvely group. And we've got a special mix too, from 4 different continents ;)
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The other day I was telling my mum about how I hardly see the sun, hardly am outdoors... and how I spend my days in the hospital and only come home to sleep at night.wondering whether I will have a life outside of the hospital world or not... wondering my life like this for many years to come.And her reply was 'Girl, you've only just started!'...And after 3 days later of hardly speaking to her and acting as a junior doctor in the hospital, I called her and told her how I love it in the hospital.I love my job. I love my responsibility. And most of all, I love doing what I do- everything about it is enjoyable-My interactions with the other fellow doctors, the nurses, the paramedics in the ER ward, the porters and most of all, my patients.I don't hate being in the hospital from 7.30am to 7pm (on good days) and I don't hate getting 2 hour-sleep during call nights in the ER.The hospital is most of my life even though I do make an effort to drag non-medical friends out for meet-ups, even when I am post-call.I can't use the phrase 'when I have time' because in this line, you don't have time. Most of my friends don't even have time to eat lunch, sometimes I stand by near the exit and gobble down a granola bar and go back to work...So, I do make an effort to make time for outside fun.But don't be surprised- Most don't.---My heart was torn when my old patient asked me "Do you think I am going to live?"I looked at her in the eye and laughed at her and smiled saying 'Of course you are''You're not going to see the end anytime soon' And she laughed along. She asked me 'How come you don't go home?'I laughed even louder this time, 'It's because I have to make sure you are all OK before I can go home' :)She said 'You don't have to if you have better things to do' with sad puppy eyes.How can I refuse that? Sometimes I wonder if its reverse psychology these old folks play on me. But I love them anyway... and I tell them honestly 'Nooo, you're my priority. It's my responsibility to make sure you're doing well.' And they lit up.Her husband was so sweet 'Darling, I have to go now' reluctantly having to part but it was nearly 7pm. They are both well in their mid-80s. I saw his worried face. He told me 'She gets very...'I replied 'Lonely? I know.'He says 'I think it's because of me. I have given her too much attention.' - sooooo loving ;) ..And I end talking and talking ..and spend most of my time talking to my patients and their family or their friends... reassuring them, comforting them, listening to them.But thats why even though I come home late at night fatigued, I am contented because I feel like I have done my part. And made a small difference somewhere on someone :)
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