So it’s been almost 5 months since I became a doctor.
To be honest I still cringe a little when I say the d-word, sort of like when I call a whooping big bluff during Poker and I’m pretty certain the opponent’s seeing right through it. It certainly isn’t what I thought it’d be, and after countless cannulas, rectal exams and hours working overtime without getting paid, I am often tempted to swallow a needle or grab the nearest medical student and shake them and shout, ‘DUDE IT’S NOT WORTH IT! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!’
I guess it’s not all gloom and cannulas, though. I mean, when you manage to get through to a stubborn patient to get that scan that they really ought to have, or watch a patient get better with the medications you’ve prescribed, or even when you’re able to comfort a family member who’s just lost their dad, I realise that ultimately dealing with people is what I love about what I do.
That, and the awesome stories that come with the job. Seriously, almost any intern will have at least one story that involves sharp things, blood, tears or unsightly body parts. How cool is that? At the very least you’ll never run out of things to talk about, right?
