Hmmm….I have had a break, too long in fact. But now I am back. The elective was wonderful, in every way I imagined it. I spent three months with my beloved. And I did a  little bit of work too. I saw places, met family, made friends, and best of all, put on weight!

But now the holiday is over, and I am at work. Real work. The kind where i GOTTA turn up every morning. That bit sucks. But the rest, I am enjoying. I love being a doctor, I have realised. I always knew thats what I wanted to do, but I actually love it, its great. And even the early morning starts, nothing that a cup of coffee cant fix. I work in a great team, wonderful registrars, generally wonderful nurses, bar one or two.
There are moments though, where I hate being a doctor. Majority of those moments are when I have to deal with people who dont use their brains. I have a very low tolerance for stupidity, and it just annoys me.  But the rest of the time, being a doctor is wonderful. Lets face it, as a house officer, I am only slightly more glorified than a clerk. My day starts and ends with paperwork. But in amongst all that paperwork, there are some moments where I do real medical stuff. And the thrill of those moments is worth hours of paperwork. Like seeing the flashback of blood when I am putting an IV line in someone. The thrill of seeing CSF come through the lumbar puncture needle. The ability to actually make a difference to someone’s life by discovering that they have malaena and doing something about it. The ability to make a difference to someone’s moment by charting them some ondansetron. Really simple things. But I love it. Maybe I am just a big sucker. Or maybe I am still waiting for the rose-coloured glasses to come off. Either ways, I enjoy this in a very whole-hearted, very satisfying way. The fact that I dont actually know anything is completely besides the point.