Crazy
Oh dear...!
I must be crazy to work at this island and doing the travelling back and forth during weekends and when I am not on-call. Another 50 weeks to go, and hopefully by that time I am still sane, passed my exam and hopefully be a good medical registrar in my chosen (still can't decide...need to made up my mind soon and works towards it) specialty.
I missed our home more than ever! My garden, my bed, my precious sofas, my kitchen! I was kinda hoping if I escorted my patients in air ambulance to Liverpool, I can hop off and go home, hehehe. Mana boleh, wey.
Sometimes it does make me want to weep; but babe, you have got to be tough! Being a medical registrar is no picnic and you gonna make a lot of difficult decisions that you may or may not regret for the rest of your life.
Having said that, my life is not actually that different to my other colleagues. A lot of my friends here have their partners working in London, Cheshire, Liverpool and all over the place. My surgical colleagues even worse; especially now with Modernising Medical Career, it is even more difficult to get a job. You either get a job/forget your surgical dream & be a GP/ do some staff grade post or locum until you get a job.
Who says being a doctor a picnic, eh? Don't ever ever do this job for money, that is so wrong. Me, for some crazy and unknown reasons, I don't know why I am soo attached to it. And I never even dream of doing this.
You know, sometimes ada terlintas dalam hati, it is quite lucky we don't have any children now. I don't think I have the heart to leave the child and let them grow up with me being away at work most of the time. God has its own way; sometimes things just work out on its own. Like the way I met hubby, the long distances relationships, many ups and downs and setback, and yet we survived pretty much intact afterwards.
Sometimes I wonder what else I have to give up or sacrifice; and strangely enough, I think that probably what makes me happy.
I must be crazy to work at this island and doing the travelling back and forth during weekends and when I am not on-call. Another 50 weeks to go, and hopefully by that time I am still sane, passed my exam and hopefully be a good medical registrar in my chosen (still can't decide...need to made up my mind soon and works towards it) specialty.
I missed our home more than ever! My garden, my bed, my precious sofas, my kitchen! I was kinda hoping if I escorted my patients in air ambulance to Liverpool, I can hop off and go home, hehehe. Mana boleh, wey.
Sometimes it does make me want to weep; but babe, you have got to be tough! Being a medical registrar is no picnic and you gonna make a lot of difficult decisions that you may or may not regret for the rest of your life.
Having said that, my life is not actually that different to my other colleagues. A lot of my friends here have their partners working in London, Cheshire, Liverpool and all over the place. My surgical colleagues even worse; especially now with Modernising Medical Career, it is even more difficult to get a job. You either get a job/forget your surgical dream & be a GP/ do some staff grade post or locum until you get a job.
Who says being a doctor a picnic, eh? Don't ever ever do this job for money, that is so wrong. Me, for some crazy and unknown reasons, I don't know why I am soo attached to it. And I never even dream of doing this.
You know, sometimes ada terlintas dalam hati, it is quite lucky we don't have any children now. I don't think I have the heart to leave the child and let them grow up with me being away at work most of the time. God has its own way; sometimes things just work out on its own. Like the way I met hubby, the long distances relationships, many ups and downs and setback, and yet we survived pretty much intact afterwards.
Sometimes I wonder what else I have to give up or sacrifice; and strangely enough, I think that probably what makes me happy.
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