…and I still can’t quite believe I’ve now been officially paid for being a doctor. I thought that once I’d finished med school I’d lose that “They must have got it wrong” feeling; but no I still look over my shoulder thinking that someone is going to tell me I shouldn’t be here.
I’ve been trying to muster up the energy to write for weeks now, but I can never seem to bring myself to just sit with my thoughts. I think its because I’ve been a little overwhelmed. Not because of the job in itself, but because of everything else that has come with starting work. Moving, finding yourself, worrying that you’re doing it wrong. When you finish medical school you envisage the hoop jumping to be over, but in reality its only just beginning and now you have far less time to get through all the hoops. Prescribed reflection, extra courses, papers to write, projects to complete and your normal day job to get through. It’s exhausting. Some days I look at friends in other professions and wonder if I did the right thing… surely a standard 9 – 5pm would be much better? But then you meet patients that make all the frustration disappear. Patients who are grateful for the effort you put in, patients who ask how you are, patients who’s stories amaze you… thats when I realise, nope a regular 9 – 5pm would not be for me. In the last 3 months, I’ve achieved more than I realised I was capable of, I know more than I thought I knew and I have seen things that have continued to feed my passion for medicine. I have assisted in theatre, had a go at some surgical procedures, taught students, applied for positions within committees and continued to work towards my career goals.
Coupled with this, I have moved away from the place I know as home. I am no longer a 20 minute drive away from family and friends. A struggle I didn’t realise I would encounter; I had thought I would cope with the distance a lot better than I have. I miss the safety blanket of being able to ‘pop’ home for a cuppa, or for cuddles with my niece and nephew. The ability to call up friends and arrange last minute dinner/coffee dates; we don’t have that here yet. However, the move is good… both socially and professionally. There are opportunities that come with living in a city that you just don’t get living elsewhere. But we didn’t get an automatic group of friends, we’re still trying to establish ourselves and get that network of support that we have back home… New people, new hospitals, new demands… its daunting. Don’t get me wrong, I love working here and living here. But in those moments after a long day at work, I often wish I could have those home comforts of someone familiar near by.
It is hard, hard to push yourself out of your comfort zone and there’s much I need to tell you about work, city life and comfort zones… but for now I’m just checking in until I can write again.