Tomorrow is my last day in Obs n Gyn before I start my holiday. I'm going to surgery next. Falah is at surgery so I'm not majorly freaking out.
There's this inexplicable sense of comfort that I feel knowing that he's there. Not just him, but Gauri, Hwong too. I know that if I can't cope, he'll be there.
I learnt a lot from Obs n Gyn. I left Paeds with new friends and many fond memories of the wonderful people there.
I'm leaving Obs n Gyn armed with confidence of my somewhat newly trained skills, and a feeling of relief that I survived.
Time seemed to pass faster in Obs n Gyn tho. It must be the crazy labour ward calls.Yesterday was my last. The possibly last baby that I delivered was a cherubic 3.2 of baby girl, borne to a really tired first time mother.
Can't explain the feeling when a newly delivered woman, with her baby in her arm, after going thru the ordeal of having her perineum sutured say thanks to you with real gratitude.
I love my job, just not the exhausting hours
im on call again tomorrow
went out for ice cream with limun and falah.
on the way home i turned into the wrong row.
my mind was too preoccupied.
i think i need a break :(
im losing myself to work.
sometimes the heart just couldnt heal itself from the assault hurled by the one most important.
if only you knew that.
im exhausted
i feel like im living in the labour ward
been doing so many calls
and going to work every single day, even on weekends and public hols
right now im at the gynae oncology ward. oh yeah, oncology again -__-