Responsibility
First calls, deteriorating patients, difficult decisions and the unnerving realisation that someone is now waiting for your answer.
Two years of wards, bleeps, night shifts, first emergencies and growing responsibility - told by someone learning that receiving a medical degree and feeling like a doctor are two very different things.
This is not a handbook for newly qualified doctors. It is a brutally honest account of what happens when medical school ends and responsibility begins.
I entered foundation training in 2020, during a pandemic, carrying a title that felt far more convincing on paper than it did in practice. Suddenly, the questions were no longer hypothetical, the patients were real and the decisions followed me home.
Across two years, the journal moves through hospital wards, on-call shifts, difficult patients, difficult colleagues, ambition, exhaustion and a liberal amount of dark humour. It is a record of learning to stand my ground while accepting how much I still did not know.
Start with the uncertain first step, follow both foundation years and finish at the point where the next specialty decision could no longer be avoided.
Medical school is over, the title is official and the real work is about to begin - responsibility, doubt, long nights and all.
Open the foreword → I 2020–2021Emergency surgery, neurology, general medicine and the abrupt transition from supervised student to the doctor everyone suddenly expects to know.
Enter Foundation Year One → II 2021–2022Greater independence, neurosurgery, geriatrics, harder calls and the growing tension between the career I had planned and the doctor I was becoming.
Enter Foundation Year Two → ∞ The end of foundationA final look at the first two years in medicine, the certainty that did not survive them and the next chapter waiting beyond the foundation programme.
Read the afterword →The hospital provides the setting, but the journal is really about what early responsibility, relentless work and uncertain ambition do to the person underneath the scrubs.
First calls, deteriorating patients, difficult decisions and the unnerving realisation that someone is now waiting for your answer.
01Bleeps, ward rounds, nights, bureaucracy, camaraderie and the black humour that keeps a tired team functioning when very little else does.
02Confidence, ambition, failure, relationships and the uncomfortable work of separating the kind of doctor I wanted to be from the person I thought I had to become.
03The degree made me a doctor on paper. The wards taught me what carrying that title actually cost.
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Foundation training ended. Before the next chapter in medicine, the road called.
Continue into a year beyond hospital walls - through distant countries, unfamiliar landscapes and the search for direction away from the familiar.
Continue with Reflections of a Roving Doctor.The views expressed throughout this journal are personal and reflective. Patient details should remain anonymised in accordance with professional standards.