I thrive in orthopaedics, form a close friendship and confront the favouritism and sexism in healthcare.
I thrive in orthopaedics, form a close friendship and confront the favouritism and sexism in healthcare.
I find stability in orthopaedics, reclaiming time for the sea, fitness, friends and study after a year that aged me fast.
I confront the distance between my mother and me, the grief beneath it, and the fear of waiting too long to make peace.
I begin my orthopaedics rotation, meet a chaotic new team and discover a surgical world built on speed, strength and bone.
Journal entries from my rotation in general medicine.
I learn that being a good doctor means treating the whole person, supporting the team and valuing every voice in patient care.
I lose touch with myself amid medicine and emotional numbness, until an unexpected friendship helps me feel alive again.
I question the futility of medicine and learn that even when death is inevitable, delaying loss and preserving life still matter.
I confront death as a doctor and honour the patients whose losses made me more human and gave deeper meaning to my career.
I begin general medicine, meet a genuinely supportive consultant and rethink what leadership and teamwork should look like.