So.
Our 'Easter' break is almost over now. Come Tuesday, we'll be thrust back into the wards to fend for ourselves again. We will be going through the process of being lost sheep on the first day to being good at pretending we learned something at the end of the 4 weeks, before the whole cycle restarts. Wash, rinse, repeat.
No, you can see I'm not looking forward to it. I don't hate learning, no. I like knowing more things. One can never have enough knowledge after all. What I hate was the expectations that I am learning. That by the end of the block, I should know this and that. Should have watched this and that. Should have done this and that.
Because more often than not, I find myself trying to know this, watch that, do this and that the whole block, instead of really learning.
Especially the dreaded logbooks. Those evil logbooks.
Sigh. But it's a necessary evil and it's here to stay anyway.
Onto something else.
Next block I'll be treading unfamiliar territories. Geriatrics. Or in non-medical-jargon-talk, medicine of the elderly. Commonly known as the most unpopular specialty, next to Oncology.
But I find my little brother's blog post very relevant and inspiring. Do go read.
And tell me if you don't see the most important people in your life in a different light. I know a few psychiatrists.
Till next, ta.
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