Careers advice
Enjoy yourselves. The vocation you have chosen is not a job but a way of life. It’s a great life and I don’t regret a minute of those long hours. You will never be bored. The patients are all somebody’s loved ones and you can make a big difference to many aspects of their darkest hours by the way you deal with them and their families.

“The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.”

Solidifying my insides and learning to trust myself.  That means no more shifting the blame for decisions made or decisions floated upon.  On the path to discovering my place in a world with options.  And thankfully so.  Time waits not for those who don’t drink tea, sadly.   

The new week as a surgical house officer has been hectic, so far seen a heap of stomas, pancreatitis, small bowel obstruction, and various other crude presentations. Problem is that i rummage through notes, numbers and papers more than through human organs. Hopefully I will get more efficient in the paperwork and get to do some fancy surgical art in theatres soon.

And to top the week off I got a pimple on my shoulder. Which i squeezed while talking to the ward clerk about her christmas plans and her new mac. I hope I don’t get cellulitis on my shoulder! Eep.

Ganfyd

by AHTZAZ HASSAN

Cheryl laying into the susan girl’s yearbook entry and the people on the next table laughing

Misbah explaining the logbook page, “it’s meant to be funny”

Learning that when moroccans get together they like to clap

That random girl saying to assad and me “u guys don’t look like doctors”

My getting ready to grab misbah’s ass just in case we bumped into her high wyc friends again

Nabeela not knowing how to get to her own house

Misbah not letting me drive above 25mph

Assad trying to convert cheryl, “u know you’ll go to hell right?”

You guys taking photos in the back and me trying to work out where the hell all these speed cameras were

The chindian going all training day on my paki ass and getting her boys to do me in as I was leaving the estate

Good times

Have fun at ur graduation ball tonight, congratulations again doctors!

by ASSAD PASHA

so much fun without any drugs in sight (maybe sheesha)- i had a good time u lot…

highlights: cheryl running bak to sheesha spot 2 finish the last drop of tea & nabeela about to pee herself laughing;

misbah bumpin into her high wyc rudie-hijabi mate resulting in me “havin to” slap cheryl’s chindian-ass like she was a secretary in the 70s (& later telling her to watch out 4 hellfire!!) & “showing love” to nabs 4 “tha greater good”;

the special-guest appearance by that hijabi girl who’s name we still dont kno;

misbah explaining her yearbook log book page to ahtzy (who didnt hav a clue);

cheryl demonstrating unbelievably sharp sarcasm after I cussed (anutha) lame-ass arab waiter (loudly apparently?)

cheryl wondering if that geek susan thought her yearbook entries were being marked!;

ahtzy & me with a combined age of approx. 100 (& an IQ just under) failing to work out 8+12.50;

playing muscial chairs about 20 times.