Another week has passed.
How fast time flies.
I've been working for almost 8 months now.
Doesn't seem like it's been that long though.
If everything goes according to plan (i.e I am not extended) I will be finishing Ortho soon.
I can't believe I am saying this, but I think I will miss this department.
There are some really nice people in this department (although there are some I will not miss AT ALL).
A friend of mind pointed out - it's easy for us to say now that we kind of like the department, 'cos we are already leaving it.
I remember hating this department when I started out.
Eventually things turned out quite well.
Maybe it's because when I first entered the department it was an entirely new thing (trust me, Ortho and Paeds - 2 different world), and so it took me quite some time to adjust.
Maybe it's the different way the department is run.
Maybe it's the different people (Specialists, MOs, HOs) that I had to get to know.
Well, right now, it all doesn't matter.
All that matters - I'm leaving soon and I am looking forward to it.
(I have one week of holidays before my next posting :P)
One thing I am sure of though - I do NOT want to become an Orthopedic surgeon.
It's not that I hate it or anything, but I don't think that the job is meant for me.
My luck with ILNs is one proof.
By the way, today I assisted in another ILN - this time, the guide wire refused to go in for some reason.
Haih....
It was a rather slow day - went for passover, then breakfast, then OT, then waited for 5pm to go back to the hostel.
For the past few days, I have been going out here and there after work, and all of a sudden I felt like I had a lot of time on my hands since I came back right after work.
I finally cleaned up my cupboard, folded all my clothes and arranged it properly (after a long, long time).
I even had an urge to iron all my clothes and hang them up.
Thanfully, I managed to talk myself out of it.
This post is full of crap.
I wanted to write about a more serious topic, but my brain refused to co-operate.
Some other time, maybe.
Today, I would like to share a story/joke with you. It happened quite some time ago, about 5 years back (maybe more).
My cousin sister, who was about (?)5 at that time, was trying to get me to play with her. She wanted me to hold the end of a skipping rope.
Cousin : Chechi, hold here.
Me : Say the magic word first.
Cousin : (thought about it a while) Abacadabra!
Well, I then had no choice but to hold the skipping rope and play with her.
How fast time flies.
I've been working for almost 8 months now.
Doesn't seem like it's been that long though.
If everything goes according to plan (i.e I am not extended) I will be finishing Ortho soon.
I can't believe I am saying this, but I think I will miss this department.
There are some really nice people in this department (although there are some I will not miss AT ALL).
A friend of mind pointed out - it's easy for us to say now that we kind of like the department, 'cos we are already leaving it.
I remember hating this department when I started out.
Eventually things turned out quite well.
Maybe it's because when I first entered the department it was an entirely new thing (trust me, Ortho and Paeds - 2 different world), and so it took me quite some time to adjust.
Maybe it's the different way the department is run.
Maybe it's the different people (Specialists, MOs, HOs) that I had to get to know.
Well, right now, it all doesn't matter.
All that matters - I'm leaving soon and I am looking forward to it.
(I have one week of holidays before my next posting :P)
One thing I am sure of though - I do NOT want to become an Orthopedic surgeon.
It's not that I hate it or anything, but I don't think that the job is meant for me.
My luck with ILNs is one proof.
By the way, today I assisted in another ILN - this time, the guide wire refused to go in for some reason.
Haih....
It was a rather slow day - went for passover, then breakfast, then OT, then waited for 5pm to go back to the hostel.
For the past few days, I have been going out here and there after work, and all of a sudden I felt like I had a lot of time on my hands since I came back right after work.
I finally cleaned up my cupboard, folded all my clothes and arranged it properly (after a long, long time).
I even had an urge to iron all my clothes and hang them up.
Thanfully, I managed to talk myself out of it.
This post is full of crap.
I wanted to write about a more serious topic, but my brain refused to co-operate.
Some other time, maybe.
Today, I would like to share a story/joke with you. It happened quite some time ago, about 5 years back (maybe more).
My cousin sister, who was about (?)5 at that time, was trying to get me to play with her. She wanted me to hold the end of a skipping rope.
Cousin : Chechi, hold here.
Me : Say the magic word first.
Cousin : (thought about it a while) Abacadabra!
Well, I then had no choice but to hold the skipping rope and play with her.
1 comment:
its miracle, not magic :P
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