A candid medical memoir on feedback, training, low pay, night shifts, burnout, responsibility and the reality behind emergency medicine.
A candid medical memoir on feedback, training, low pay, night shifts, burnout, responsibility and the reality behind emergency medicine.
Journal entries from my first quarter in my first year of basic emergency training.
I sacrifice my time and patience in emergency medicine, growing into a sharper doctor while questioning the life the job demands.
I face the MRCS Part B in London, then trade exam anxiety for museums, theatres and a city I could imagine calling home.
I question my lifelong path to neurosurgery as emergency medicine awakens a passion I never expected – and a choice I can’t ignore.
I begin my final house officer rotation in emergency medicine, juggling multiple patients and discovering I thrive in the chaos.
I find family, purpose and belonging in geriatric medicine as my favourite rotation draws to a close.
I work pitch-side with Malta’s U16s, reduce my first shoulder dislocation and realise I need more emergency training.
I reluctantly begin geriatric medicine, only to find warmth, friendship and a slower hospital life I never expected to enjoy.
I discover the weight and privilege of neurosurgery as life-or-death decisions and fragile patients transform me as a doctor.