Residentials : Entry 4.
The final week was luring in and I had grown to like what was happening. I spent a lot of time in the labor room for about 2 days and understood how the system of monitoring works. A willing intern also taught me how to start IV lines. I dedicated those two days to learning all that I had missed during my time of sincere hatred.
I felt it wasn't so bad but it was definitely not something I still wanted to do in future. The numbers were slowly reaching the desired limit and the time of exams and assessments were just around the corner. I had conducted a few more deliveries in the past few days and felt quite confident with that now.
I knew that I, if not mastered, had definitely learnt the essence of the art. It was perhaps more than what I could have expect from something I did not look forward to. I was still thankful to God for helping me ascend past this mountain of confusion and fear.
The last few days were spent cramming for the exams. As a group of 12 residents we had bonded over time and it helped ease my mind whenever I spent time with them.
When it was finally over I realized that a part of me would miss a part of this. A major part of me just wanted to take back whatever i gained from the posting and erase the rest. The tag line was that i wasn't cut out to become an obstetrician. Or at least that's what I felt about it. There was a time when I felt that I would never take up medicine itself ,so really, only God and time will decide where I am headed.
Residentials : Last entry.
The final week was luring in and I had grown to like what was happening. I spent a lot of time in the labor room for about 2 days and understood how the system of monitoring works. A willing intern also taught me how to start IV lines. I dedicated those two days to learning all that I had missed during my time of sincere hatred.
I felt it wasn't so bad but it was definitely not something I still wanted to do in future. The numbers were slowly reaching the desired limit and the time of exams and assessments were just around the corner. I had conducted a few more deliveries in the past few days and felt quite confident with that now.
I knew that I, if not mastered, had definitely learnt the essence of the art. It was perhaps more than what I could have expect from something I did not look forward to. I was still thankful to God for helping me ascend past this mountain of confusion and fear.
The last few days were spent cramming for the exams. As a group of 12 residents we had bonded over time and it helped ease my mind whenever I spent time with them.
When it was finally over I realized that a part of me would miss a part of this. A major part of me just wanted to take back whatever i gained from the posting and erase the rest. The tag line was that i wasn't cut out to become an obstetrician. Or at least that's what I felt about it. There was a time when I felt that I would never take up medicine itself ,so really, only God and time will decide where I am headed.
Residentials : Last entry.
