MIA is a commonly used term among house officers to call out those rascals who go 'missing in action' in the middle of a busy workday. It's often derogatory, but this time, it felt necessary for me. But why?
It feels like just yesterday that I was a clueless, clumsy, and chaotic first poster in surgery. Now, I'm in my third posting, and fresh medical graduates are addressing me as "senior". So, what's life like navigating the new posting?
In the month that has passed since I asked a rather heavy question, and went on to explain the events that brought me there, I have finally come to an acceptable answer as to why people choose to end their lives. From where cometh this epiphany?
What was meant to be the best, most accomplished day of the department turned into an absolute disaster, and I found myself feeling jealous of the house officer from Penang General Hospital that committed suicide last month. What on Earth went wrong?
After emerging from yet another prolonged pause, what do I finally resurface to talk about? The very surface through which the world sees me: my skin.
I've been in my second department of housemanship (internal medicine) for a week now, and I am frequently asked this question by my colleagues and friends is: Do you miss surgery? Well, I do.
Yes, again I struggle to find the words, but I try anyway to convey two important messages: I finished surgery, and thank you supporters!
A tragic and triumphant tale about a first poster in surgery who tagged for 53 days during housemanship. How, and why did this happen?
The long hours toiling within hospital walls have not turned me into a droid-doctor. I am still here, albeit less than I'd like, trying to adjust.
I began working as a junior doctor this Wednesday in my first department: surgery, and guess what? I broke my blog/ vlog streak. So, how do I feel about it, and how am I doing otherwise?