Let's get straight to the point:
I'm a medic. I try to run away from it but I can't - it crept into my skin, my brain, my heart (in no particular order) a long time ago and now I can't shake away from it.
Bruneian medics - the UK ones (since I havent been studying anywhere else) - are separated by physical form. But it's not our fault (not really anyway), there's too few of us and we do need the space (ohh, wasnt that the reason why we went on separate schools?).
But I hope I am not alone in thinking that we need to offer support to each other. Show that all of us are suffering in one form or the other. That...we are not alone :P
So, this is a call to bruneian medics wherever you are. Give a shout, give a comment, you can even contribute. (Plus i'm too tired to make a proper website for bruneian medics only - i do have a life :P)
Yours sincerely,
Midget
p/s. Am I the only one who gets distracted during ward rounds? Like I seem to think of random stuff during ward rounds. For eg - where did that doctor buy her dress? Why is that nurse in the other room talking too loud? What should I write in my blog today? I want to eat - what should I eat? Malingoencephalitis... what's that??? (turned out I heard it wrong - meningoencephalitis... ahhh shoot me).
...and then a far away voice slowly reaches me, the consultant looks at me, all eyes turn to me... oh shyt, what was the qs again?
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