I'm just a baby

Finally I'm blogging again.

I've started my clinical training for 3 weeks now, in Southend,a typical English town. It's very much where I wanted to be - wonderful accommodation (ensuite, shuttle service to and fro flat&hospital, internet, free laundry, great flatmates), not too distant from London (just 1.5 hour away on train), and most important of all great medical teaching team.

My flatmates, who are also my coursemates

My consultants are very nice people. They are very keen to teach, and they dispel my myths of surgeons being arrogant and fierce people. They provide very constructive critisisms on my progress and it's very reassuring to know that you are actually learning something out of your hospital placements. They stimulate your inquisitive attitude towards the medical field. As of now, I really love how this year we are can be more independent ofnwhat we want to learn.

Seen and a lot of interesting things, and as of now, I'm very interested in anesthesiology. Surgery won't probably my thing. I realised that third year would have a very steep learning curve to take, as I know very little about the disease people have, how confirm and many such situations. I also need to work on my generic skills of being a doctor; most of the time I know what I'm suppose to do, but I can't never absolute certain I'm actually doing that right.

Comparing myself with consultant , which is not logical, I do feel like I'm a "baby doctor" - still can only feed on liquid and progressively taking in solid as I grow in my walk to be a GREAT doctor... .

Oh yes, I turned 22 last Sunday. To summarise how my birthday went, it will be: a great dinner treat on Saturday evening, followed a wonderful chilled celebration along the River Thames, on bright sunny Sunday afternoon together with a small,chilled group of friends =)

The birthday cake