I face burnout in an overloaded neurosurgery rotation, where teamwork keeps patients safe as the workload starts pulling me under.
I face burnout in an overloaded neurosurgery rotation, where teamwork keeps patients safe as the workload starts pulling me under.
I begin neurosurgery, face a chaotic ward and scrub into an urgent EVD insertion that confirms my calling
Journal entries from my rotation in general surgery.
I sit the MRCS Part A, survive a near-disqualification scare and leave Gozo changed by its slower rhythm.
I grieve the loss of my dogs, confront my disbelief in heaven and find comfort in imagining those I loved reunited.
I settle into a quiet Gozo rotation, exploring the island, fixing my posture and discovering that doctors can have a life too.
I contract COVID in Gozo and turn fourteen days of illness, guilt and isolation into study, writing and unexpected growth.
I begin FY2 in Gozo, trading Malta’s hospital chaos for a slower, smaller system that challenges me to rethink how I work.
I begin FY2 with greater confidence, new specialties and a determination to stay open to wherever medicine might lead me.
I finish my first year as a doctor, reflecting on how uncertainty, mistakes and hard-earned confidence shaped the clinician I am becoming.