stupid nostalgia
Jun. 22nd, 2017 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peiyenBut yeah, I'm really missing my old hospital/department right now... I dunno. I just felt like I belonged there. People gave a shit about me. My oddness was celebrated, my talents appreciated... even if it meant bosses assigning me all these weird design jobs, it was because they knew I was capable of it.
We were divided into mentoring families, so I sort of had a surrogate dad when I was there a.k.a. the best teacher in the world, a surgeon I'd trust my life and limb with. I think I miss him the most tbh, during those 5 months he was more of a parent than my actual mom and dad, if only because I was spending so much time at the hospital compared to home.
All my bosses there in general were lovely, we had a good little team going. They thought I was an interesting character, lol. I practically had a fan club -- when I was eventually promoted to senior house officer, and subsequently floating medical officer, all of them clapped and cheered like the wankers they were. I wasn't even particularly amazing at my job -- I'm pretty nonplussed about orthopaedics in general -- but they just thought I was a cool person I guess. I miss that.
We had department outings -- my MOs somehow convinced me to throw a pool party at my place, which was cool, and weird, but so much fun to see these silly senior doctors turn into absolute hooligans in the mix of alcohol and good vibes. We also went to a theme park together, and apparently some of my bosses just can't get enough of pushing me into large bodies of water. Why.
I got on with (almost) everyone -- big boss, surgeons, medical officers, fellow house officers, junior house officers, nurses, medical assistants. The surgeons did amazing work; the MAs may not have a medical degree but they sure as hell know their stuff, they practically saved my life during my solo calls; I met newly employed junior house officers who blossomed into responsible doctors.
Work in that department had its moments. There was stress and challenges and struggles and drama but I felt quite fulfilled at the end of it all. We had a laugh. We got our work done. I never felt more at home and part of a team than when I was there. Towards the end of my stint, I was even looking forward to going to the hospital every day.
But alas, I am no longer there. There are new house officers in the department. My papa mentor has new 'kids' to deal with. Many of my medical officer bosses have moved on to further their studies, and will hopefully be amazing surgeons in their own right. It absolutely breaks my heart this specific group of people will never work together again.
It's been 3 months, and I haven't moved on yet..
We were divided into mentoring families, so I sort of had a surrogate dad when I was there a.k.a. the best teacher in the world, a surgeon I'd trust my life and limb with. I think I miss him the most tbh, during those 5 months he was more of a parent than my actual mom and dad, if only because I was spending so much time at the hospital compared to home.
All my bosses there in general were lovely, we had a good little team going. They thought I was an interesting character, lol. I practically had a fan club -- when I was eventually promoted to senior house officer, and subsequently floating medical officer, all of them clapped and cheered like the wankers they were. I wasn't even particularly amazing at my job -- I'm pretty nonplussed about orthopaedics in general -- but they just thought I was a cool person I guess. I miss that.
We had department outings -- my MOs somehow convinced me to throw a pool party at my place, which was cool, and weird, but so much fun to see these silly senior doctors turn into absolute hooligans in the mix of alcohol and good vibes. We also went to a theme park together, and apparently some of my bosses just can't get enough of pushing me into large bodies of water. Why.
I got on with (almost) everyone -- big boss, surgeons, medical officers, fellow house officers, junior house officers, nurses, medical assistants. The surgeons did amazing work; the MAs may not have a medical degree but they sure as hell know their stuff, they practically saved my life during my solo calls; I met newly employed junior house officers who blossomed into responsible doctors.
Work in that department had its moments. There was stress and challenges and struggles and drama but I felt quite fulfilled at the end of it all. We had a laugh. We got our work done. I never felt more at home and part of a team than when I was there. Towards the end of my stint, I was even looking forward to going to the hospital every day.
But alas, I am no longer there. There are new house officers in the department. My papa mentor has new 'kids' to deal with. Many of my medical officer bosses have moved on to further their studies, and will hopefully be amazing surgeons in their own right. It absolutely breaks my heart this specific group of people will never work together again.
It's been 3 months, and I haven't moved on yet..
