Being in week 3 of O&G, it's causing me to have a change of heart. Don't get me wrong, IM NEVER SPECIALIZING IN O&G. After conducting deliveries for the past 2 weeks, it got me thinking that no matter what, everyone should be given an equal chance of survival. I've been given the golden opportunity to witness the 'gift of life' miracle, and yet, had the chance to see with my own eyes the totally different outcomes of a supposedly happy event awaiting antipication. From spontaneously 'crying their lungs out' babies, to babies born with an apgar score of 0 at 1 minute, 4 at 5 minutes and 9 at 10 minutes, to a term fetus ending up as a case of intrauterine demise. I guess this just completes the whole cycle of life & death, which seems to be never ending in this world.
I still have not given up on being an orthopod per se, but would now certainly consider an entire spectrum of a different speciality. Dealing with infants whom i deem as innocent and deserve a chance of being alive, anxious parents a chance of loving and nurturing a living child instead of taking it back for a funeral, miracles awaiting to happen. Nevertheless, it would be a speciality which outcomes would be not predictable most of the time, just do your best, and leave it in the hands of their kamma.
Other than being TIRED ALL THE TIME, wasting my mornings in the wards being a zombie, i am starting to enjoy myself. It's mainly the teaching sessions that i enjoy, as its rather beneficial, and although i am tired, i still gain something from these session. Doing overnight calls that require you to stand all the time is killing me, stoning in the wards in a standing position is killing me, in conclusion, BOTH MY LEGS ARE KILLING ME! They're aching bad, accompanied with nasty gastronemous cramps ocuring hourly, soles hurting like hell...
@ 1724, 03062008, i could go on complaining some more...
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