Saturday, 31 March 2012

Oh. Yes!

Oddly, strangely, weirdly: my first year of working as a full-fledged doctor is drawing to a close. I'm still baffled by the fact that it's been more than a year since graduation.

I haven't written about it on here, but I've been seriously panicking about new jobs. Given events in the past year I've decided I want a job with a normal work week.

That excludes about 99% of your MD jobs.

But, I landed myself a (no, wait, TWO) psych jobs.
I got to choose!

And I am completely thrilled!

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Spring has sprung!

That's all, really. I'm so excited! Spent about half an hour trying to convince my sister that the sun isn't strong enough to make any difference to my skin tone yet; spent most of the afternoon outside trying to read the NTvG (Dutch medical journal) whilst listening to my sister's interesting choice of radio channels... just for the sake of it.
It was about 15 degrees outside; but my parents' back garden is protected from the wind and with the sun baking the brick it gets pretty warm. I haven't tanned a bit though. Despite being a blonde, I very much have a strong skin type 2... and I very rarely get sunburnt.

(Which leads me to the puzzle of SPF-containing skin care products: nowadays they contain SPF 15. In the past I've used an innocent facial cream with SPF 4 throughout the Dutch summer; and my face was really pale compared to the rest of my body. How am I supposed to get my natural vitamin D through SPF 15? SPF 15 is what I'd use in South-African summers! I fully believe in the healthy powers of safe sun exposure; but no sun exposure is damaging too!)

Anyway. I'm just really happy about spring!

Tuesday, 20 March 2012


Working on Emergencies sometimes resembles the fun way to do interval training: fartlek. In a single day you can vary between having to work so fast that you can barely keep up to things going slow enough to write a blog post abut it. Right now I am sipping on Cup A Soup while waiting for lab results: patient already seen. As a medic I don't feel compelled to see the 'Hip' in the waiting room; it sounds like something orthopaedics will enjoy.

Yet, sometimes I find myself juggling 4-5 patients at the same time. Whilst dealing with the family of and paperwork and phone calls involved with a fairly young patient dying in here.

You never know what the day will bring. You never know when you will see that red Volkswagen that means it is time to run like hell, or when there will be a pine tree that means time to walk. You never know when there will be joy or tears...

I love it.