the past 1 week had been a really hectic one and perhaps would be the 'fullest' week in my first posting in final year.
surgery is my first posting in final year and surprisingly, it turns out that i don't really hate it as much as i did when i was in 3rd year. though still lack of motivation with little remnants of knowledge left in my memory, somehow i felt inspired... and STRESSed of course.
it was like you were a toddler yesterday, and now you're expected to walk like an adult. and any stupid move or uncertainty you encounter is equivalent to killing someone, and the penalty is worse than a death sentence.
i truely understand the rationale behind each doctor's expectation from us, but somehow or other it may be a hard time for all of us, and we have no time for adaptation, no right to complain. "you're just few months away from being a doctor, and please brush up yourself before you're killing someone" these are words familiar to all final year medical students that sometimes we pretend that we had not listened to them.
for the past 1 week, we were on-call for the whole wkend (and in fact we just went to show face for a while =) then assissted the first surgery in my life, completed two case write-ups in 1 week time, lost and found my sthetoscope, presented to the 3rd year students in the department, went on-call again last nite and witnessed live and death just in front our eyes.
of course tis is jus some recap of what actually happens in our life as final year medical students. there are many more instances where turbulence may set in, and i shall cross my fingers hoping for the best, or at least not the worst of the coming days...
*amitabha*
