Becoming an HST meant far more than a new title – suddenly I was leading resus, guiding juniors and learning to carry real responsibility.
Becoming an HST meant far more than a new title – suddenly I was leading resus, guiding juniors and learning to carry real responsibility.
After a sleepless night shift, caffeine, awkward questions and one near-fumble, my HST interview ended with an unexpected result.
Four years of higher specialist training begin – night shifts, exams, burnout, growth and the chaos and privilege of emergency medicine.
I reflect on two years in the emergency department as medicine becomes less of an obsession while teaching me its greatest lesson: humility.
As BST 2 ends, I prepare for an HST interview while protecting the travel, curiosity, ambition, and hope that make the rest of my life whole.
Journal entries from my fourth quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.
I pass the MRCEM SBA and departmental exam, reflect on a chaotic year and prepare for HST without postponing the rest of my life any longer.
On my final day in Quito, I visit El Panecillo, drink canelazo and reflect on Ecuador, comfort zones and whatever adventure might come next.
I leave the Calipso, say goodbye to my Galápagos dive family and confront the strange exhaustion that arrives before a great adventure ends.
On my final Galápagos cruise day, I dive at Cousins Rock, meet wild giant tortoises and realise how much I will miss my unlikely new family.