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The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
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The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
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I think karma took great joy in taking a huge bite out of my ass today.
Today was the first day on oncology away from Armadale... And I wish I could run back to the comforts of Armadale, where I'm virtually anonymous since no one really knows me at all (and I could have my nice 9am starts). Besides my team and a few consultants.
Unlike Armadale, I've met so many people at RPH today unexpectedly that I might or might not have wanted to meet. While dropping my lunch off in my brother's ward's fridge in the morning, I met none other than Mr. Troll i.e. my PVD OSCE examiner from last year. Yes, it was that traumatic that I actually remember what he looks like since last year, when I saw him for a mere 10 minutes.
Then headed up to the oncology ward after orientation, and met my renal resident from last year. I tentatively went 'hi.... Do you remember me?' and he actually does! Oh dear. I then asked if he's the oncology resident and he went 'no... I'm the registrar'. *facepalm* Nice way to insult the registrar.
Had a look at the patient list, and saw this patient whom we saw on a bedside tute on a private ward at Armadale, thought he'd been discharged, then saw him on our ward at Armadale on our 3rd last day of term again. And yes, he was at RPH oncology too. Talk about fate indeed.
And no, that's not it. MW and I went down to the renal ward to talk to one of our patients (whose wife took a photo of us with her ipad without our permission and didn't explain why. Wth), and it was none other than this elderly renal consultant in the room next door. He kept trying to give us tutes in the last week of our rotation except that he couldn't actually find us because we weren't there. I quickly ran away on seeing him because he still remembers me (said hi to me while I was there for geries). Oh god.
Then went for lunch and went to get bubble tea. When I was waiting for the people in the lift to clear out, I saw this familiar looking guy in a bright orange cycling suit with a red bike, a helmet on and sunnies (it was admittedly difficult to identify him). I stared for about half a min (there was a slow patient walking out of the lift), then decided it wasn't DE and turned to talk to VH. Only for him to stick his hand in my face about 10secs after to say hi. He must think I was really rude to be staring at him for half a min and then pretend he didn't exist. And yes, it was DE.
After talking to a patient, VH and I went to look for my brother to see if he has any oncology patients on his list. Upon opening up on the floor we wanted, it was none other than the burns clinical nurse and one of the burns consultants on the other side of the door. Thank God they didn't recognise me.
So yes, I've had enough of unexpected meetings with familiar faces. I think I'm gonna spend the rest of the month repeatedly looking over my shoulder for familiar people and running away when given the opportunity. I'm re-considering working at RPH since I doubt my medical student record is gonna help with my reputation as a doctor in future. *facepalm*
In more serious matters, oncology is an honestly depressing rotation for me. I have no idea how people can get up in the morning and go to work to tell people that they are going to die in less than 6 months and there's nothing you can do about it. I felt so sad for this patient who found out that she has metastatic breast cancer to the bone and now cerebellum, all just 4 months ago. She tried to appear strong and upbeat while her family was around (and the family was rather wary and even bordered on hostile towards us), but got rather emotional when I took the opportunity of her family going outside for a bit to ask how she was coping. She couldn't understand how something like this could happen to her, and I obviously didn't have the answers. I didn't know what to say. I just put my hand on hers and told her to be strong despite knowing how feeble that sounds.
Definitely an eventful start to a rotation huh?
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