I heard this song for the first time as I was driving to my New Year’s Day call on Friday. Apparently I’m the only person in the whole world who hasn’t heard it, but WHATEVER okay.
I wept a little.
THIS is what I want to say to people. To the new interns who are hopefully going to realise this year that medicine was the right career for them; but who will certainly meet many challenges this year.
Medicine is hard and you’ll be expected to be super-human, never to have broken wings, never to feel like you can’t go on.
Remember that for every person who expects you to motor on without a wink of sleep, without any debriefing after a difficult resuscitation, there is another who will lend you their wings when it’s hard.
Look for them. Look for us.
Find the people who will support you when your day or week or month is shitty.
And when your wings are working… please help someone who needs them.
I’m waiting on exam results (nail-biting!) but I remain surprised and grateful that I actually survived TWO hell-weeks this year. Our exams don’t only assess our competence as future doctors, but also our nerves. They are an emotional game, pushing us to our limits in the span of a week. I mean, they won’t admit it, but that’s pretty much what happens.
When you’re studying and it feels like you will never know it all, this helps:
The family and I took a lovely trip to Grahamstown yesterday. This time of the year features the National Arts Festival, an annual event I’ve visited only twice now.
Grahamstown is a cultural hub and offers breathtaking architecture and the all the trimmings of a small university-town. The ArtsFest offers a great many stalls offering handiwork for sale and a colossal variety of performances to view. These include musical, ballet, dance, arts, drama – the works.
Think of the stalls as a fleamarket offering artsy and handcrafted goods. My favourite finds: