I officially need a “Hello, I’m the Doctor” shirt because I am officially a doctor. Well, I have been for the last three weeks. Did you guys think I disappeared because I didn’t pass? Nuh uh. I disappeared into the wasteland of wifi-lessness that is home in Montego Bay and I have resurfaced in the tiny oasis of Wifiria that is my room at the hospital. All hail ISP providers.
So far internship has been a whirlwind of black ink and blood tubes. As a ‘clerical officer’ it’s my job to take blood, write notes in the patient’s docket, request investigations and follow up on procedures. A lot to do and little time to do it in, just one of the problems in the public system (about which I will probably rant another day).
My mind is a tired blur (currently post-call), so I’ll share an excerpt from my diary:
My bones are weary. The days melt into each other. Writing in dockets only helps you watch Time – not catch Time – as it slips through your fingers. The clock rolls over 12, and suddenly 13 becomes 14. Update your entries.
More regular updates and an entire game plan of social media to follow.