As the feeling of Sunday night dread sets in, as yet another Monday morning and twelve others in a far away town await, I stumble upon this long neglected memoir of sorts and am compelled to document the lost year.
January
The final month of being sheltered in my chosen specialty. Friendships and admirationships of those who have gone before me - Miss Joyous, Miss Not-as-terrifying-as-she-wishes-to-portray, Miss No Nonsense. Lunch times in the sun at the nearby dumpling house, sneaking off for midday yum cha, warm nights frolicking around time, settling a major purchase. The perfect way to end the beginning of my career.
February
Growing up quickly in the Ivory Castle. Study schedules, an earnest (but failed attempt to keep up with the timetable), learning to multitask and be responsible for those below me. A month that passed all too quickly. Another valentines day without roses and the birthday of the golden ball of fluff that has enriched life beyond words.
March
Flying away from the eternal nest and moving in with a Cambridge sister. Nights (alternative) spent cultivating our culinary skills, sneaking away for a warm cooked meal in the prodigal home, an unexpected turn of events requiring a change of body clock and endless attempts at discipline that ended in procrastination.
April
Weeks on and weeks off at night and day. Days spent getting used to house noises at day time, howling winds and snuggling under the doona at day-night. Sneakily studying during the day, a close friendship with Miss Barbie and breakfasts when everyone else was at work.
May
More of the same as above. First times, scary times, lives almost lost but then saved. Losing respect for colleagues, lives endangered.
June
Back to every day life on the toughest team at IC. 12 hour days as the normal, orchestrating the riskiest of medical procedures. Blowing out candles on a lovingly made chocolate fudge cake by a new best friend. Progress made in study. Novels given up for a year.
July
Back on reverse body cycle but without the pleasure of Miss Barbie. Having to work with someone who I wish never to be like when I grow up. More lives almost lost, frustration at what could have been prevented with some competence and knowledge. Further attempts to study
August
The glory of holidays. A strict study and diet timetable. Rhubarb compote with porridge. Weeks in the Orient. Nights spent admiring athletic glory
September
Meeting some of the most amazing women in a specialty that I did not think I would ever come to love. Losing amazing women and feeling the heartache deep in my core. The start of 0300 mornings.
October
More of the above
November
Finally a break from the heartache and sadness. Those above me sharing picnic lunches, bread and alcohol somehow combining into one, solo procedures, putting up with the insane.
December
More study. Boxing day sales. Another Christmas day not spent at home. Meeting amazing teachers and a passion for something that certainly did not come naturally.
January
Eat. Sleep (a little). Study (a lot).
Panic and anxiety
Here's to the rest of 2013 with stories worth documenting.
January
The final month of being sheltered in my chosen specialty. Friendships and admirationships of those who have gone before me - Miss Joyous, Miss Not-as-terrifying-as-she-wishes-to-portray, Miss No Nonsense. Lunch times in the sun at the nearby dumpling house, sneaking off for midday yum cha, warm nights frolicking around time, settling a major purchase. The perfect way to end the beginning of my career.
February
Growing up quickly in the Ivory Castle. Study schedules, an earnest (but failed attempt to keep up with the timetable), learning to multitask and be responsible for those below me. A month that passed all too quickly. Another valentines day without roses and the birthday of the golden ball of fluff that has enriched life beyond words.
March
Flying away from the eternal nest and moving in with a Cambridge sister. Nights (alternative) spent cultivating our culinary skills, sneaking away for a warm cooked meal in the prodigal home, an unexpected turn of events requiring a change of body clock and endless attempts at discipline that ended in procrastination.
April
Weeks on and weeks off at night and day. Days spent getting used to house noises at day time, howling winds and snuggling under the doona at day-night. Sneakily studying during the day, a close friendship with Miss Barbie and breakfasts when everyone else was at work.
May
More of the same as above. First times, scary times, lives almost lost but then saved. Losing respect for colleagues, lives endangered.
June
Back to every day life on the toughest team at IC. 12 hour days as the normal, orchestrating the riskiest of medical procedures. Blowing out candles on a lovingly made chocolate fudge cake by a new best friend. Progress made in study. Novels given up for a year.
July
Back on reverse body cycle but without the pleasure of Miss Barbie. Having to work with someone who I wish never to be like when I grow up. More lives almost lost, frustration at what could have been prevented with some competence and knowledge. Further attempts to study
August
The glory of holidays. A strict study and diet timetable. Rhubarb compote with porridge. Weeks in the Orient. Nights spent admiring athletic glory
September
Meeting some of the most amazing women in a specialty that I did not think I would ever come to love. Losing amazing women and feeling the heartache deep in my core. The start of 0300 mornings.
October
More of the above
November
Finally a break from the heartache and sadness. Those above me sharing picnic lunches, bread and alcohol somehow combining into one, solo procedures, putting up with the insane.
December
More study. Boxing day sales. Another Christmas day not spent at home. Meeting amazing teachers and a passion for something that certainly did not come naturally.
January
Eat. Sleep (a little). Study (a lot).
Panic and anxiety
Here's to the rest of 2013 with stories worth documenting.
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