and if you thought short postings were keeping us busy



we look as pleased as punch.



and of course, the essential embarrassing as hell photo. posing like a disgraced celebrity is de rigueur.

the past 2 months left me little time to catch my breath, offering just a foretaste of what each speciality might be like. rather enjoyed anaesthesia, surprisingly, and wish it could have been longer with less disruptions. it's on the operating table that a person is most vulnerable in every sense, and watching anaesthetists lend comfort and assurance to patients just before induction, and talking and joking with those awake during spinals and epidurals to keep them company, made me realise that they do so much more than just so-called background work. this would be promising, if only my physio weren't so shit.

forensic pathology and the visit to the mortuary was definitely a harrowing experience, one with memories that haunted me and culminated in many a sleepless night. i think i act braver than i actually am. in truth i'm just a big wuss who's still sleeps with her nightlight on. but watching the autopsies being performed with such rapidity and habituated precision, void of any emotion, hearing the grinding of bone with cold, sharp steel; you forget that they were once so very much like us, with family and friends, with hopes, fears, desires, longing. it's sad, really.

one last precious weekend before the start of the 4 month marathon. it's payback time now, isn't it.