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The Junior Doctor - Michael Anderson
I'm a junior doctor training to be an anaesthetist in a district hospital somewhere in the UK. I'm loving it. This is my diary.
I'm a junior doctor training to be an anaesthetist in a district hospital somewhere in the UK. I'm loving it. This is my diary.
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London calling
I’ve not blogged for a while mainly because things have been changing quite a lot for me in the last couple of months. A couple of years ago (two years, I can’t believe it’s been that long!) I pretty much decided that I didn’t like the particular part of the country that the MMC lottery had placed me in. I didn’t want to spend the remainder of my youth there and I devised a plan to move.
To cut a long and convoluted story short, my plan has now come to fruition. I am now the proud owner of a training number in London and I will now complete the ret of my post-graduate training there. Since Christmas, I’ve spent most of my free time sorting out the practicalities of the move. I’ve been packing, sorting out my paperwork, having multiple conversations with various people at the deaneries
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity, last week I finally started working in the big smoke and it’s certainly been the case of so far, so good. London hospitals have a reputation for being large, unfriendly and extremely competitive, but the people I’ve met and worked with so far have all been really nice and I feel I’m really going to enjoy working here.
On a more personal note, me and FashionGirl have moved in together and so far, things are going really well.
It’s been a bit of a long haul, but are really slotting into place for me at long last. I’ve got a feeling that I’m really going to enjoy myself over the next few months and years.
I’ve not blogged for a while mainly because things have been changing quite a lot for me in the last couple of months. A couple of years ago (two years, I can’t believe it’s been that long!) I pretty much decided that I didn’t like the particular part of the country that the MMC lottery had placed me in. I didn’t want to spend the remainder of my youth there and I devised a plan to move.
To cut a long and convoluted story short, my plan has now come to fruition. I am now the proud owner of a training number in London and I will now complete the ret of my post-graduate training there. Since Christmas, I’ve spent most of my free time sorting out the practicalities of the move. I’ve been packing, sorting out my paperwork, having multiple conversations with various people at the deaneries
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity, last week I finally started working in the big smoke and it’s certainly been the case of so far, so good. London hospitals have a reputation for being large, unfriendly and extremely competitive, but the people I’ve met and worked with so far have all been really nice and I feel I’m really going to enjoy working here.
On a more personal note, me and FashionGirl have moved in together and so far, things are going really well.
It’s been a bit of a long haul, but are really slotting into place for me at long last. I’ve got a feeling that I’m really going to enjoy myself over the next few months and years.
8 February 2010
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Perspective
I've had some big changes in my life over the last month or so, but not as big as some.
I've had some big changes in my life over the last month or so, but not as big as some.
I sincerely wish The Little Medic all the best.
29 January 2010
Unless it is a matter of life and death
"Severe weather warnings remain in place across the region because of the snow. The advice remains do not travel today unless it is a matter of life or death." said the weather report on the telly this morning.
I sip my mug of tea and peer through the curtains. The world outside is covered in a white blanket and it's still snowing. In the darkness, the snow makes everything look much brighter than normal and, as the snow comes down, the scene outside kind of shimmers. It's like a postcard or a scene from a Dickens novel.
"Do not travel unless it's a matter of life or death," I repeat to myself.
I briefly consider not bothering to try and get to work but I'm covering the Intensive Care unit today, so I think I can safely say the "life or death" thing applies to me. Plus, I know that if I don't turn up, the poor person who's been working on ICU all night will probably have to continue working into the day as well and that would be horrific and unfair.
No, I have to go to work.
My only question is, will I physically be able to get there? I pull on my coat and wellies and go out to survey the damage. My little car is parked on the street covered in about 10cm of snow. The council have had the gritters out and whilst my street has not been treated, the main street has been gritted and I assume that all the other roads on my route to the hospital will have been treated. I reckon if I can get my car to the main street, I'll be able to get to work. Fortunately, yesterday I had the sense to park it at the end of my street, so I'm only about 30m away from the junction.
I turn and go back inside to prepare what I'm going to take:
Hat: check
Coat: check
Gloves: check
Spare jumper: check
Scarf: check
Sandwiches: check
Wash bag: check
Toothbrush: check
Phone: check
Book: check
I pick up my spade as I head out into this particularly cold and frosty morning, crossing my fingers as I do so.
6 January 2010
Just a quick note...
...to say a huge thank you to the three men who helped push my car out of the hospital ice-rink car park this evening.
I truly am very, very grateful.
...to say a huge thank you to the three men who helped push my car out of the hospital ice-rink car park this evening.
I truly am very, very grateful.
23 December 2009
I’m not dreaming of a white Christmas.
At the end October, all the junior anaesthetists in my hospital were given the on-call rota for November to February. The first thing we all looked at was who had to work Christmas and who had to work New Year’s Eve.
At the end October, all the junior anaesthetists in my hospital were given the on-call rota for November to February. The first thing we all looked at was who had to work Christmas and who had to work New Year’s Eve.
22 December 2009
