Sometimes I feel like I started off this journey with an entirely sure goal of the level of success I wanted to achieve and the kind of Doctor I would want to turn out to be.
Somewhere along this road, I realised it is one thing to have dreams, and another thing to be able to achieve them.
I remember a time in 2nd year when I would be nailing all the Musculoskeletal stuff and scoring near perfect marks in my Clinical Examinations in the OSCE's. Yesterday, in Orthopaedic Clinic, I realised I had never felt more incompetent in my life. So much so that I was sure the SpR was mentally killing me, or himself, for having had to bear with such a lousy student for the entire morning.
But I was glad I made myself go to that Clinic, in spite of my huge distaste for Orthopaedics, and even though I had already been done on Wednesday with everything. You gotta love what you hate eh?
Might even make myself go to the Orthopaedic Conference in a couple of weeks. We'll see.
Buck Up, Shing. You're spiralling to depths that you don't even realise yourself. And now you don't have SAD to blame it for.
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