Moving on

5 04 2012

Another 4 months has flown by, and I’m onto the last job of my FY1 year.

Started work in August on a ridiculously busy medical job, where I felt I never left the hospital, and certainly never separated from it mentally. But I worked with some great people, noone in the hospital is ever as good a friend to you as “med reg”, especially when they’re your own. Even after I finished on medicine, those links were what saw me through much of job number 2. I learnt loads, had to make decisions, and am definitely a better doctor (if not person!) because of my experiences.

Fast forward to Christmas and started on surgery with a little bit of apprehension. Lets face it, I’m not exactly typical surgery fodder, rarely cope well with *ahem* aggressive personalities, and whilst theatre is often hilarious, I’ve never really been into being the one actually cutting people up. But seems I lucked out. Fab bosses, hilarious registrars, great SHOs, and a wonderful bunch of assorted others. Life got left a bit by the wayside somewhere along the way, and suspect I have quite a bit of making up to do with the boy in the coming months. When the job was good, it was incredible. When it was bad… well…. I’m just glad the people around me provided the compassion, support and/or giggles neccessary to get through.

So now I’m just starting psychiatry. I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for the subject, even ran a book club for a while with a strong psychiatric focus to the books we chose, and was quite keen for an F1 job involving it. 2 days of induction was gruelling though, so looking forward to getting stuck in for real after a wonderfully work-free weekend!



New trainers

16 11 2010

OK, it’s been a while. It’s the bloggers curse…that horrible “It’s been ages since I updated, promise I’ll do better in future” post. Busy with the start of final year (and with the start of final year, the start of finals exams!), popped along to local Skeptics in the Pub a couple of times, and just catching up with friends after being away over the summer and on far placements during the week,

But my news is very exciting. I have some super-cool, geek friendly david and goliath trainers:

Ahhh, how super-cure are they?! Nerdtastic.


Knackered and busy!

14 01 2010

Those of you who know me will realise that it’s starting to get a little frantic here! With exams a couple of months away, a project in another country to plan, and a placement that’s eating every spare second to travel or being in theatre, I barely have time to breathe!



2 12 2009

I’d just like to record for posterity the glee and excitement that comes with the delivery of a book.

Can you guess what it is? 🙂

Busy month

18 11 2009

Apologies for the month hiatus in the updates of my life. I can honestly say it hasn’t been much fun for me either!!!

Between a far away hospital placement, slave diver consultants, and the ARG (alternate reality game, dontcha know?) linked to a certain mentalist, much of normal life has taken a back burner. However, now, with the closest of the close placement, I hope we’ll be chatting more often.


Days of our lives

19 10 2009

Well… what fun I have been having.

I feel the need to have a teensy rant, in between talking about magic and medicine, and just tell you something of my life. Tragically, at the moment, my life revolves around medicine. My placement takes well over an hour to get to (even with a lift!) each way, so I waste at least 3 hours a day. This on top of the fact we have to be in for 8.30 starts, and finish whenever the doctor deems us done with, means I’m spending my whole life going to hospital, being in hospital or sleeping.

Not leaving much time for blogging!

It’s times like these when I feel dissillusioned with the whole thing. I feel like the consultants are constantly on my case about not having done enough reading, but it becomes a choice between sleeping or sudying. I choose sleeping! I’d just like a bit of time, a bit of breathing space from this production line.

The UKFPO forms for the year above (basically our job applications) look horrible – the questions are truly yucky!! They don’t care if you have a life outside medicine, or that you have hobbies to keep you sane. They just want to know that you’ve locked yourself in a hopsital to find a load of “cases” (these patients no longer become individuals, just their hospital id number, and initials if they’re very lucky…).

Ho hum.

Will try to stay on topic next time!


Freshers’ ‘Flu and the Magic of Performance

10 10 2009

Hi all,

Appologies for the lack of posts – I’m currently dosed up on a multitude of medicines, spiking fevers and generally feeling bloody awful!

On a tenuously related note (well, I was ill at the time but struggled out to infect an intire arena of unsuspecting people – oops), I saw an amazing comic at work last night. Despite the ridiculous size of the venue, and the somewhat intimidating number of people there to watch, the performance was spectacular – engaging, hilarous, and even let me forget my illness (for a few minutes anyway…).

At the end of a frankly exhausting set, I couldn’t help but feel for the poor bloke on stage. 2 hours of entertaining others has got to be tough. In medicine, you spend your life playing a sort of role. Yes, you genuinly care for your patients. But you don’t bring your private life and troubles to work. Imagine showing up in hospital with an emergency at midnight and being treated by a doctor who hasn’t slept for the best part of a week, has only had a packet of crisps since breakfast and feels completely alone, being too scared to bleep his superior. At the very moment you need reassuring, this poor chap must deny his every need and put on a show (if you will), not only for the sake of you, but for himself too.

I imagine the end of a comic’s tour feels something like this. If anything, their job is harder. In medicine you can occassionally get away with gruffness, perhaps hoping it comes across as busyness and efficiency. I watched with awe last night, imposing my own exhaustion on the chap on stage, and in a strange way it comforted me. If I can imagine others spending 2 hours entertaining 10s of thousands of people and then collapsing in a heap at the edge of the stage, I can feel less guilty about just wanting to kick back, watch a crappy film, drink a mug of hot chocolate (made with milk of course, none of that namby pamby low fat rubbsih….!), and just ignore the world. If only until tomorrow.

Think of me during your next visit to A&E. Bring biscuits and make sure the junior doctors get a couple!

Jo xx