I finally attend my medical graduation, honour my late father and reflect on the promises and moral complexity of becoming a doctor.
I finally attend my medical graduation, honour my late father and reflect on the promises and moral complexity of becoming a doctor.
I work pitch-side with Malta’s U16s, reduce my first shoulder dislocation and realise I need more emergency training.
I confront ageism in geriatric medicine and learn that compassionate care means restoring dignity, purpose and quality of life.
I confront harassment, incompetence and institutional silence inside the most toxic hospital environment I had ever experienced.
I reluctantly begin geriatric medicine, only to find warmth, friendship and a slower hospital life I never expected to enjoy.
Journal entries from my rotation in neurosurgery.
I discover the weight and privilege of neurosurgery as life-or-death decisions and fragile patients transform me as a doctor.
I confront grief, loneliness and a terminal diagnosis while working through another bleak Christmas in hospital.
I regain balance in neurosurgery, drill my first burr hole and prepare for MRCS Part B as life finally becomes manageable.
I explore Edinburgh’s medieval streets and road-trip through the wild Scottish Highlands, from Glencoe to ancient castles.