I grieve the loss of my dogs, confront my disbelief in heaven and find comfort in imagining those I loved reunited.
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.
Journal entries from my rotation in orthopaedic surgery.
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.