More of trouble, thorn sticking onto your flesh kind of thing. It's just day 2 of O&G, and IM REALLY SICK OF IT! I hate the whole routine of going to the labour room wee hours of the morning, hanging around like an idiot not doing a thing, then attending classes which i surely doze off in the afternoon, the not-so-looking-foward-to overnight call tomorrow, the stupid portfolios once again when i've yet to get a case...
The joy in the parents eyes when their child is born... An event in life too miraculous to be put into words. So far things have been going pretty well around the labour room these past 2 days, all SVD's (which includes abdominal CPR practically on every case) have been smooth. Most of the nurses there have been nice to us, including the doctors. Maybe im yet to meet the 'nasty' one that everyone is talking about.
I just hate this posting. I guess its just not my forte. Although the miracle of life and all, i don't seem to appreciate it all. Maybe im just drained out after the holidays. Im tired all the time, insomnic at night (hardly slept the past 2 nights, early awakenings, tossing and turning in bed...)!
@ 1332, 21052008, i just want all of these to end soon...
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