2 weeks in Paediatrics.
Currently, have been freed from tag-calls. Awaiting real on-calls starting this coming Monday! *fidgets*
2 weeks into the real world. 2 weeks spent toying around with parents' complaints and flooding concerns. 2 weeks worth of proving self-worth. It is never easy to feed others' expectations, let alone yourselves'. I have always been the one who are always on the go. There's always something in my head, big or small. I enjoy learning things anew, I crave for memorable experiences. But bad teachers never fail to dampen my spirit and loosen my strings. When rocks suddenly appear on my route, I tend to make a pause and recollect my steps before, wondering which step has it been wrong. But most of the time, I would console the poor kid inside me, promising self that there are just things beyond our power. So just go with your instincts. And pray to Allah to be with you, to keep you strong.
No, it's not the pressure of being a houseman. It's the weight I carry for being me. And for having famous parents.
One of the first few things that I learnt thus far since I started working is the cruel environment. The medical personnels are quick in passing judgments. Worst still, they spread words more lethal than Ebola, more rapid than airborne transmission. There might be some truth in what they're saying but at times it does seem like they're feeding each other's ego by bad-mouthing others. I often remind myself to not be like them. To not be one of them. And I am still trying..
*shrugs*
