Progris Riport
It's been awhile. Here's what I've been up to since I last posted:
1) working the crazy busy world of gastroenterology
2) visiting Nicky in London and Oxford
3) watching Wicked!... again...
4) reading novels (mad props to you if you caught the reference in this post's title)
5) working
6) sitting in the sunshine (for that one week where clouds didn't get in the way) with fellow house officers
7) bumping into my surgical registrar in Leeds and having coffee ("Come in and have a drink! I'll buy!... (silence as he discovers he only has £1.15 in his wallet...)")
8) hating my job
9) applying for other jobs
10) watching Harry Potter 6 (huzzah!)
11) being the centre of attention at my consultant's garden party (I was one of only three juniors there and the consultants LOVED it... they kept coming up to chat with the "youngsters"... then my consultant mortified me on our next ward round by telling me that three of his male colleagues had commented on my dress... :S )
12) working
I came back tonight to discover I've been shortlisted for interview for one of the standalone posts I applied for... in Oxford! Huzzah! I don't think I'll make the cut but I'm sure as hell gonna try because if I could go home my life would be one million percent better. Even if the rotations are crappy. The interview is next week. I'm going to go beg for the time off tomorrow. They owe me three lieu days so it shouldn't be too difficult.
I am so tired this week. Tomorrow is day 12 of being in the hospital non-stop. I worked last weekend on call for elderly (three 13 hour days in a row with my regular job for a week either side... and another 13 hour day thrown in for laughs...). And this week we have lots of really poorly patients and they're all terribly heartbreaking. I never want to go in the staff room on one ward ever again because we've delivered so much bad news in there over the last 48 hours.
This week I've been having allergy testing which involved sticking lots of patches all over my back for two days and then removing them and drawing over where they were with lots of surgical marker so they can be "read" tomorrow. I look like a bad tic-tac-toe game has been played on me. One of the radiology consultants bumped into me in CT yesterday and "ummed" and "ahhed" for a minute before, very politely, saying "you have something on your shoulder...". I haven't been able to shower properly since Monday because I have to keep the area dry. I am very much looking forward to tomorrow when I can wash my hair in a way that doesn't involve leaning over the bath.
I shall try resume my usual attempt at witty repartee post-haste... after I've slept for more than five hours.
1) working the crazy busy world of gastroenterology
2) visiting Nicky in London and Oxford
3) watching Wicked!... again...
4) reading novels (mad props to you if you caught the reference in this post's title)
5) working
6) sitting in the sunshine (for that one week where clouds didn't get in the way) with fellow house officers
7) bumping into my surgical registrar in Leeds and having coffee ("Come in and have a drink! I'll buy!... (silence as he discovers he only has £1.15 in his wallet...)")
8) hating my job
9) applying for other jobs
10) watching Harry Potter 6 (huzzah!)
11) being the centre of attention at my consultant's garden party (I was one of only three juniors there and the consultants LOVED it... they kept coming up to chat with the "youngsters"... then my consultant mortified me on our next ward round by telling me that three of his male colleagues had commented on my dress... :S )
12) working
I came back tonight to discover I've been shortlisted for interview for one of the standalone posts I applied for... in Oxford! Huzzah! I don't think I'll make the cut but I'm sure as hell gonna try because if I could go home my life would be one million percent better. Even if the rotations are crappy. The interview is next week. I'm going to go beg for the time off tomorrow. They owe me three lieu days so it shouldn't be too difficult.
I am so tired this week. Tomorrow is day 12 of being in the hospital non-stop. I worked last weekend on call for elderly (three 13 hour days in a row with my regular job for a week either side... and another 13 hour day thrown in for laughs...). And this week we have lots of really poorly patients and they're all terribly heartbreaking. I never want to go in the staff room on one ward ever again because we've delivered so much bad news in there over the last 48 hours.
This week I've been having allergy testing which involved sticking lots of patches all over my back for two days and then removing them and drawing over where they were with lots of surgical marker so they can be "read" tomorrow. I look like a bad tic-tac-toe game has been played on me. One of the radiology consultants bumped into me in CT yesterday and "ummed" and "ahhed" for a minute before, very politely, saying "you have something on your shoulder...". I haven't been able to shower properly since Monday because I have to keep the area dry. I am very much looking forward to tomorrow when I can wash my hair in a way that doesn't involve leaning over the bath.
I shall try resume my usual attempt at witty repartee post-haste... after I've slept for more than five hours.