‘A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved.’ | One month in AGM, and it’s been unexpected in some ways (eg four weeks of Geratology omgwut) and a lot like home in others, and ohmy how time flies. 1/5 down!! Ended up scribing+++ in ward rounds, clerking a handful of acute patients in the ED, a phlebotomy or two, AMTs and MOCAs for sweet but confused old men, getting used to nonautomatic doors and taps (oops), realising where all the ‘this is an X year old gentleman’ and ‘sir, can you please XXX’ in our model exam answers come from (Here!!! Thanks, UK), bleeping everyone leftrightcenter cuz phone signals are practically nonexistent, reading discharge summaries that are fully in prose omg insane, deciphering bad handwriting as always, escaping to the weekly med student teachings and HO teachings and radiology meetings and grand ward rounds and journal clubs (A+ student is moi), stealing hot chocolate bread milk jam and microwave slots in the doctors’ mess, and spotting sickle cell disease/sarcoidosis/dubious Factor V Leiden deficiency/renal tubular acidosis type 2/Caroli syndrome!! And witnessing difficult conversations, trying very very hard not to react when Ed Sheeran’s Supermarket Flowers starts playing in an acute geriatric ward (has there ever been a song more apt?), and learning far more about the non-medical side of medicine than I expected to. Both my teams have been v inclusive and the other med kids have been v nice :) But I still think we teach better back home hehe #sgpride 💫 (at Oxford University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust)
