Urgh,
I have got all the germs. Really, poorly people should not be allowed to come to A&E and make the doctors poorly. What's the world coming to?
New job is going well - I'm starting to settle in and not feel quite so out of my depth all the time. Major trauma still frightens me, but I haven't done my ATLS (advanced trauma life support) course yet, so I think I'll feel better when I've done that. And I have done many cool things like stitching up people's heads and injecting nerve blocks into their legs (for broken hips) and removing items from ears. It's amazing how many items get into ears.
In other news - I haven't wanted to say too much for fear of jinxing it, but we're so nearly there now - Alan and I are buying a house! It's a little cottage, converted from a barn, in north Nottinghamshire, and I am in love with it. It has exposed beams and a big kitchen and a log burning stove and a big garden with chickens and ducks and geese. The geese hate me - every time I go to look at the place they stretch their necks at me and go 'OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNKKKK' in an ominous manner. I have named them Atilla and Genghis.
I start teaching at the med school next week, which is really odd. I've been on a few induction days, the latest being yesterday, and it's so strange to call my old tutors by their first names and be allowed to make tea in the staff kitchen. I remember thinking when I was a med student that the clinical educators knew everything; I totally hero-worshipped them. It turns out (if they're anything like me) that this was not the case. It's all in the presentation, I suppose, and in good preparation. Although currently my presentation is jet lagged (from finishing night shifts) and snotty. The glamour is unbearable.
Right, I don't think I'm going to get back to sleep, so I might go and drink a cup of tea with my dad. Alan and I are staying in Nottingham for a few days as I've got some time off and he works here now (as a psychiatry specialist trainee) so it saves him the commute and means I get to see my kitty ♥.
How are all of you?
New job is going well - I'm starting to settle in and not feel quite so out of my depth all the time. Major trauma still frightens me, but I haven't done my ATLS (advanced trauma life support) course yet, so I think I'll feel better when I've done that. And I have done many cool things like stitching up people's heads and injecting nerve blocks into their legs (for broken hips) and removing items from ears. It's amazing how many items get into ears.
In other news - I haven't wanted to say too much for fear of jinxing it, but we're so nearly there now - Alan and I are buying a house! It's a little cottage, converted from a barn, in north Nottinghamshire, and I am in love with it. It has exposed beams and a big kitchen and a log burning stove and a big garden with chickens and ducks and geese. The geese hate me - every time I go to look at the place they stretch their necks at me and go 'OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNKKKK' in an ominous manner. I have named them Atilla and Genghis.
I start teaching at the med school next week, which is really odd. I've been on a few induction days, the latest being yesterday, and it's so strange to call my old tutors by their first names and be allowed to make tea in the staff kitchen. I remember thinking when I was a med student that the clinical educators knew everything; I totally hero-worshipped them. It turns out (if they're anything like me) that this was not the case. It's all in the presentation, I suppose, and in good preparation. Although currently my presentation is jet lagged (from finishing night shifts) and snotty. The glamour is unbearable.
Right, I don't think I'm going to get back to sleep, so I might go and drink a cup of tea with my dad. Alan and I are staying in Nottingham for a few days as I've got some time off and he works here now (as a psychiatry specialist trainee) so it saves him the commute and means I get to see my kitty ♥.
How are all of you?