Life in a hospital, my last one year.

Its been eleven months. Cant say they've passed by quickly, or too slowly either. Its been both tough and easy. I've learnt a lot of right, and wrong. But it was a novel experience, literally living IN a hospital 61/2 days of the week!

I remember at the beginning of the year nobody could digest the fact that i would be staying here all day, all night. It was a ridiculous schedule to begin with, being on call all the time. I would get so angry with he question, are you on call today? arre ha baba, i am on call every day! People who knew off this arrangement did find it odd, but thanks to the lack of initiative on our part and theirs we did nothing to change it. All said and done, it wasn't so bad. But being surrounded by patients all the time, being at work 24 hours, got to me sometimes. Like today, i am tired of being a doctor! i would like to be a normal person, who has no such responsibilities, and no one will suffer, (literally!) if i make a mistake. But then there are other times, when all is well, all the patients i see, are doing fine, happy with my care, on those days the level of satisfaction, is also immense. The pride i feel is great.

But this cant end, without me saying that, how much ever i crib, i love being a doctor. and i cant imagine being anything but that.