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Feb. 6th, 2013 08:43 am I have just completed 6 months as a medical registrar. I feel older, wiser, tireder, less terrified and more terrifying.
There are aspects of the job that I love. The process of discovery, the constant challenge, the possibilities are amazing. when the job is going well, it's intoxicating. Also, I love taking to slightly batty people at four in the morning: it turns out that a slightly delirious 90 year old makes a brilliant companion. I love going in to bat for the difficult cases, I love seeing a patient through a difficult process.
But it's also knackerating. The rota I worked had an exhausting level of night shift work, so that every 8 weeks, whole weeks of my life seemed to disappear. At some point I need to decide if the highs of general medicine are worth the trials. I suspect that right now is not the time to make that decision
Six months ago I was a terrified pretender. Six months has not made me an expert, but it has made me a Medical Registrar. That person (capitalised in my mind) is something to which I've aspired for a long time. In the long slow process of becoming, we mark another step.
There are aspects of the job that I love. The process of discovery, the constant challenge, the possibilities are amazing. when the job is going well, it's intoxicating. Also, I love taking to slightly batty people at four in the morning: it turns out that a slightly delirious 90 year old makes a brilliant companion. I love going in to bat for the difficult cases, I love seeing a patient through a difficult process.
But it's also knackerating. The rota I worked had an exhausting level of night shift work, so that every 8 weeks, whole weeks of my life seemed to disappear. At some point I need to decide if the highs of general medicine are worth the trials. I suspect that right now is not the time to make that decision
Six months ago I was a terrified pretender. Six months has not made me an expert, but it has made me a Medical Registrar. That person (capitalised in my mind) is something to which I've aspired for a long time. In the long slow process of becoming, we mark another step.