I reflect on human fallibility in emergency medicine, the humility it demands and the flawed systems that make medical mistakes more likely.
I reflect on human fallibility in emergency medicine, the humility it demands and the flawed systems that make medical mistakes more likely.
After a perfect birthday week, I returned to an ED caught between grief, illness and recovery, somehow finding my balance in the chaos.
Back in the emergency department after a year away, I tackle my first patient, shake off the rust, and realise exactly where I belong.
Back in scrubs after a year away, I return to emergency medicine expecting anxiety and chaos, only to find an unexpected welcome.
I confront grief, loneliness and a terminal diagnosis while working through another bleak Christmas in hospital.
I face burnout in an overloaded neurosurgery rotation, where teamwork keeps patients safe as the workload starts pulling me under.
I settle into a quiet Gozo rotation, exploring the island, fixing my posture and discovering that doctors can have a life too.
I begin FY2 with greater confidence, new specialties and a determination to stay open to wherever medicine might lead me.
Journal entries from my rotation in neurology.
I look back on three chaotic months in emergency surgery and realise how completely I have grown from student into doctor.