Becoming an HST meant far more than a new title – suddenly I was leading resus, guiding juniors and learning to carry real responsibility.
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.
Journal entries from my fourth quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.
I reflect on human fallibility in emergency medicine, the humility it demands and the flawed systems that make medical mistakes more likely.
Journal entries from my third quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.
After a perfect birthday week, I returned to an ED caught between grief, illness and recovery, somehow finding my balance in the chaos.
Journal entries from my second quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.
Journal entries from my first quarter in my second year of basic emergency training.
Journal entries from my fourth quarter in my first year of basic emergency training.