Irony

Oct 26, 2011 23:13

It has been two months since I started working, and over time I found myself question why the frickin' hell am I a doctor when I probably don't have enough compassion towards people.

But work is work, and it's too late for regrets, yeah?

This morning one patient in the ward stopped me for a chat, which I welcomed only too well. She's a nice lady, and it's nice to have someone saying positive things ("You're doing a good job so far", "Another patient was saying that a doctor was very skilled in bloodtaking. She could be talking about you", "You're still young, as long as you know where you're going in life, you'll do fine", "It's a noble profession, don't give up") when my mood has been very low lately. She also reminded me that it's still important for me to take care of my health - which ended in my promising that I'd get a proper lunch when noon comes...

So I did just that. Went out for lunch with a colleague, glad to escape the hospital even just for awhile...and thankful that I was able to leave when my shift ended.

And...looking forward to a good night's sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day in the operating theatre...

At least Friday is an off-day. Looking forward to that as well.

med stuff, life

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