A New Creation.
Time has flown by, and here I am, contemplating the last day of my surgical posting at AH tomorrow. I wonder when it'll hit me, and if I'll miss what AH had to offer, the people, the experiences, its environment, the long-stayers, and the most of all, the few patients who made an impression on me, because of their attitudes against seemingly insurmountable odds. God bless them.
This week started horribly. Anyone who wonders how horrible, may refer to Emily's blog, specifically, her very..hm..descriptive and explicit work of poetry. So yes, AH doesn't offer the best teaching, I really hope I don't end up there again. PLEASE. Especially for ortho, please please please. God help me.
Imagine our shock, when our student co-ordinator, who happens to be a clinician who already didnt rub off very well on most of us, decided to unload a whole load of crap on us on monday. We'd already gone through several changes concerning what was required of us for the posting, and it's not as if we hadn't been asking, that shithole, and the deans office, decided to lay it on us, in the last week of our posting no less. Brilliant.
I won't go through the details here, it'd just infuriate me again. But yeah, that was enough to piss me off for 2 whole days. Then came wednesday, that day of days, it was a complete reversal of mood and attitude. We got to scrub in for an orchidectomy, tried stuff I've never tried before, got all the info I needed for my 2nd case write-up, got assessed by one of the nicest tutors we've ever had(it seemed like a tutorial at times), it was an extremely fulfilling day. All of a sudden, we were in the eye of the storm, that place of greatest calm, after having waded through the thickest bits of it. All the hassle and trouble seemed to be at an end.
And I suddenly felt inspired...and relieved at the same time. But so much for inspiration, coz I really didn't do anything in the hospital today, other than attempt to butter up and draw blood from a young girl my age. Haha. The attempt succeeded by the way, er, for the blood la. Then I thought, and was amazed at the beauty of language (this is COMPLETELY random by the way), and how words seem so magical, and when weaved together into a perfectly intertwined matrix, are able to potray any abstract concept, any complex object, anything, in any way, if we only held the power to wield them appropriately.
It reminded me of my obsession with stories and fantasy. Because words hardly get in the way there, they aren't bound by the physical, or the laws of nature and science, but only by one's imagination and capability. The possibilities are Endless. Thats why I like the concept of the Dream King so much, because in that idea lies all the beauty and power of creativity. The idea that there are no boundaries or limitations in the world of dreams and story, but yet there is structure to the chaos. A hiearchy of sorts, that defines and empowers each of our own desires to contribute to that world, in whatever way we choose to express ourselves.
Alright, thats enough madness for the night. May the last day of AH surg, prove to be one that grants us closure for the 8 weeks that we spent there, being bees to the flowers, clown fish to the corals, students to the patients. Haha. Amen.
This week started horribly. Anyone who wonders how horrible, may refer to Emily's blog, specifically, her very..hm..descriptive and explicit work of poetry. So yes, AH doesn't offer the best teaching, I really hope I don't end up there again. PLEASE. Especially for ortho, please please please. God help me.
Imagine our shock, when our student co-ordinator, who happens to be a clinician who already didnt rub off very well on most of us, decided to unload a whole load of crap on us on monday. We'd already gone through several changes concerning what was required of us for the posting, and it's not as if we hadn't been asking, that shithole, and the deans office, decided to lay it on us, in the last week of our posting no less. Brilliant.
I won't go through the details here, it'd just infuriate me again. But yeah, that was enough to piss me off for 2 whole days. Then came wednesday, that day of days, it was a complete reversal of mood and attitude. We got to scrub in for an orchidectomy, tried stuff I've never tried before, got all the info I needed for my 2nd case write-up, got assessed by one of the nicest tutors we've ever had(it seemed like a tutorial at times), it was an extremely fulfilling day. All of a sudden, we were in the eye of the storm, that place of greatest calm, after having waded through the thickest bits of it. All the hassle and trouble seemed to be at an end.
And I suddenly felt inspired...and relieved at the same time. But so much for inspiration, coz I really didn't do anything in the hospital today, other than attempt to butter up and draw blood from a young girl my age. Haha. The attempt succeeded by the way, er, for the blood la. Then I thought, and was amazed at the beauty of language (this is COMPLETELY random by the way), and how words seem so magical, and when weaved together into a perfectly intertwined matrix, are able to potray any abstract concept, any complex object, anything, in any way, if we only held the power to wield them appropriately.
It reminded me of my obsession with stories and fantasy. Because words hardly get in the way there, they aren't bound by the physical, or the laws of nature and science, but only by one's imagination and capability. The possibilities are Endless. Thats why I like the concept of the Dream King so much, because in that idea lies all the beauty and power of creativity. The idea that there are no boundaries or limitations in the world of dreams and story, but yet there is structure to the chaos. A hiearchy of sorts, that defines and empowers each of our own desires to contribute to that world, in whatever way we choose to express ourselves.
Alright, thats enough madness for the night. May the last day of AH surg, prove to be one that grants us closure for the 8 weeks that we spent there, being bees to the flowers, clown fish to the corals, students to the patients. Haha. Amen.
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