This about a journey into the unknown. Five years of preparing, sweating it out, the adrenalin rush of failure being one exam away. Its all over and we are here. At the start of what is going to be a very long, slippery, wobbly ladder. Some of the rungs may be missing on the way up making it even more precarious. This is about being a junior doctor.
Every day is a mystery. Every morning a heart flutter experienced as the nerves set in. Will I be able to survive this day? That is all it is about right now. Survival. One day at a time. One night at a time. And as the shifts roll into weekends and nights are spent tiptoeing across wards answering that page that will not stop calling you, the mystery increases. The way gets cloudier and the frustration and self doubt mounts. But I am told that at some point a peak is reached and a plateau enjoyed. When that will be I do not know. Its five months in and yes I am better than I was but not as good as I will be one day.
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