Into 4th day of medical posting at my favourite hospital which is so near my house. Unfortunately, travelling to the hospital has not be very smooth sailing given the public transport woes of this little town. I tried to walk but by the time I reach the hospital, I would have been sweating profusely. I guess, the only viable option is the skate scooter! Which was dismissed by my parents and some friends alike. What about the bicycle? I don't own one. So I am still trying to settle my transportation for the next 8 weeks.
I quite enjoy CGH. Gives me a very sub-urban feel and that is a good thing. Nobody seems to be rushing and everyone is ready to stop and smile. The proximity is another plus plus point. Thus far, all has been fine, ward rounds are much longer than the surgical ones and we do not have to attend CMEs and clinics. haha...Tutorials are less concentrated and I guess we do mostly self-directed learning now. As for the food, there is much more room for improvement.
I am extremely deficient in the fact that I am unable to be in-sync with most of my peers in terms of medical communication. Everyone seems to be able to rattle terms after terms with so much knowledge in them that it can be quite an overwhelming experience. By theory, I should have been able to pick up some of these medical speaking skills, but in reality, I can hardly speak in this lingo at all. Is rather disheartening and as usual, you tend to ponder if you are in for doom or not? The the optimistic me and the pessimistic me will engage in a war. There you go, yet another unwanted vicious cycle.
I have been told, numerous times and subconsciously, I understand that to break the vicious cycle, I have to read, read and read somemore. The fact that I have read less than 10 books in my life does not make reading much easier. I tend to read fast stuff like magazines both current affairs and HK papparazzi ones. I am not a chronic reader. I can fall asleep from it like I always do. I am suspecting that the reason why I tend to fall asleep so easily might be due to the fact that my oxygen saturation is only at 97% while most healthy young people is about 99 to 100%. I managed to find out while we played with those blue machines at the wards.
That aside, I still see this little hope somewhere that I will learn to enjoy it sometime in this long journey of professional development. I am still an infant, with delayed development to boot.
