Saturday, August 09, 2003
My Brave new world...
... is a bit too warm. At least it was until 5 am last night when the collective Fog of the United Nations decisevely pressed the Open button to the A&E ambulance admissions door and rolled steamily into A&E.
... involves sleeping at really strange hours, and waking guiltily early in the morning and going determinedly back to sleep after a brief struggle. and waking at dusk.
... involves doing lots of things you haven't got a clue how to do, including looking at orthopedic X rays without senior support, suturing nasty looking hand injuries without senior support, looking in screaming babies' ears - you got it, without senior support, waiting for said babies to open mouths (funnily enough, once you get round to the front of them they stop screaming and clam up and stare balefully at your tongue depressor) so you can see their tonsils.
... involves eighth year gynae SHOs new to A&E looking scared because they have to manage bog standard CCF / AF / MI and feeling frustrated because they don't want to swap from majors to minors. I suppose better feeling scared in the deep end than the shallow end.
... involves realising how incredibly professional and knowledgeable A&E staff are, outside of london. Bloody hell, these guys belong on ER... and I feel kinda insignificant next to them, trying to ask them to do an MSU, uh, please.
... involves the unexpected transformation of a mythical Other South East Asian Doctor described to you by an ex colleague, into a real-life person and finding a strangely nice, chilled common ground to interact on. Instant friendship through similar world-perspectives, and story exchanging barely ten minutes into knowing each other. rather weird, in a nice, secure, platonic way.
... includes disliking the beautiful, personable jiggly blonde who has such nice eyes, simply because she's... too good to be true. she's acting. Somewhere in me I know she's acting. irratates the hell out of me :p
and
... unfortunately includes going back to work. bah!
... is a bit too warm. At least it was until 5 am last night when the collective Fog of the United Nations decisevely pressed the Open button to the A&E ambulance admissions door and rolled steamily into A&E.
... involves sleeping at really strange hours, and waking guiltily early in the morning and going determinedly back to sleep after a brief struggle. and waking at dusk.
... involves doing lots of things you haven't got a clue how to do, including looking at orthopedic X rays without senior support, suturing nasty looking hand injuries without senior support, looking in screaming babies' ears - you got it, without senior support, waiting for said babies to open mouths (funnily enough, once you get round to the front of them they stop screaming and clam up and stare balefully at your tongue depressor) so you can see their tonsils.
... involves eighth year gynae SHOs new to A&E looking scared because they have to manage bog standard CCF / AF / MI and feeling frustrated because they don't want to swap from majors to minors. I suppose better feeling scared in the deep end than the shallow end.
... involves realising how incredibly professional and knowledgeable A&E staff are, outside of london. Bloody hell, these guys belong on ER... and I feel kinda insignificant next to them, trying to ask them to do an MSU, uh, please.
... involves the unexpected transformation of a mythical Other South East Asian Doctor described to you by an ex colleague, into a real-life person and finding a strangely nice, chilled common ground to interact on. Instant friendship through similar world-perspectives, and story exchanging barely ten minutes into knowing each other. rather weird, in a nice, secure, platonic way.
... includes disliking the beautiful, personable jiggly blonde who has such nice eyes, simply because she's... too good to be true. she's acting. Somewhere in me I know she's acting. irratates the hell out of me :p
and
... unfortunately includes going back to work. bah!
