In fact I made it through that busy obstetrics job, in a "My Big Fat Gypsy" stronghold, so you can imagine, we were fairly busy. Got irate at midwives who bamboozled the medical team and took our on-call room to use as a store room for their fucking stationery because apparently Doctors are also on a shift system (really?) and shouldn't sleep, well, kind of you to notice that we not only cover 4 floors but A&E and EAU as well as crash-sections and potential gynae theatre emergencies. Unlike midwives we did not sit down with the same patient throughout labour (although I am aware this is a trying time) and have someone to hold our bleeps for us whilst we went for a piss or scheduled break if we got one at all. I actually need to find out if my successors managed to get the room back.
The job made me love children but scared that I wasn't popping them out before 30 and I also witnessed 2 still births which were humbling and traumatic in equal respects. Watching and listening to a woman crying throughout labour, and not a cry of pain but a cry I can't describe that comes from deep within, was enough to make me want to never consider doing the job.
Then came the exciting time of applying for speciality posts, something I'd been working towards since the 4th year of medical school, only to be told last week that my application had been withdrawn for "lack of appropriate competencies" i.e. that I did not hold a Medical Degree. In fact I hold two degrees, and the computer didn't recognise my input and because computer has said no I now have no interview and potentially have to wait until next year to reapply for the job that I want. Luckily I had a plan B given the level of mounting debt but because I was giving my all to plan A, plan B is not looking good. I have a test for plan B tomorrow but instead I am blogging.
I also wanted to blog about meat liquor. And You're only young twice - a very interesting exhibition by Jonathan Yeo, but I will do that soon because I do have to study. Peace. Lets hope 2012 improves.
