I don’t know what I thought General Practice would be like, and I honestly don’t know yet why I don’t enjoy it. I just don’t. Though it does have its bright sparkly moments. Today a woman in the waiting room recognised me as the person who delivered her baby a year ago. That was a bright moment – and yet not actually related to General Practice. Unless I were a GP/Obstetrician… which is not out of the question.
At this point, very little is out of the question.
So, I’m taking opportunities where they arise. I’ve signed up for some extra paediatric placements, and take every opportunity I can to see kids in the Emergency Department. I’ll spend some more time in oncology if I can. And a very kind person has arranged for me to spend a couple of days with a team in a sub-specialty of psychiatry, outside of my placement area. I’m excited like it’s an overseas holiday.
I would like an overseas holiday – one thing that IS out of the question.