Ready to date again, I threw myself back into the love quest – one red flag, one perfect second date and one promising alternative at a time.
Ready to date again, I threw myself back into the love quest – one red flag, one perfect second date and one promising alternative at a time.
Trapped in Malta through Storm Harry and a miserable winter, I hit a low before spring brought colour, movement and a much-needed reset.
Buying my first home in Malta meant budgets, viewings, bureaucracy, a bizarre garnishee order and finally somewhere I could call my own too.
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.