Mrs Macquarie’s Point – A Photojourney
A couple of weeks back I went out for a birthday lunch and we entered up walking around to Mrs Macquarie’s point which offers some of the best views of Sydney you can find. Garden Island I can’t tell...
View ArticleIt’s the little things
This rotation I’m working 11 hour shifts. On your feet, no holds barred workworkwork 11 hour shifts. The boss cracks the whip, tells us to go faster, get people through, I swear some days I wonder if...
View ArticleThe Scream
Years ago I went to an Edvard Munch exhibition, the contents of which spanned his life. I will never forget the room dedicated to the development of The Scream, it’s a picture which repeated itself...
View ArticleMy Ecology
You died. You bloody died! You weren’t supposed to die. You were supposed to be the part of the story where I learn the true magic of modern medicine, the Saving Lives dream come true. But you died. My...
View ArticleFortune teller
Every now and again we come to a time where we make Big Choices. A career, get married or don’t get married, have kids or don’t get kids, dedicate your life to becoming an astronaut. For a lot of...
View ArticleConversations in strange places
It’s 7pm. I’ve hung around at work well past finishing because I have a dinner date nearby and I’ve just finished up in critical care. My friend whose on until 11pm and I are sitting at the nurses...
View ArticleTears in Rain
It’s after hours. I’m doing one of those famed fifteen hour shifts where you don’t sit down. The cardiology fellow is on the phone telling me he’s sending someone up from the cath lab, they’ve just...
View ArticleAnd while I’m procrastinating…
Did I really not post since last September? Let me catch you up on the last year: I started physician training. (For those not familiar with the system, when you finish your internship and residency,...
View ArticleHow I Cured My Bald Patch.
In my previous post I mentioned all my hair fell out from stress. It was thin and breaking and terrible and when I finally fronted up to my horrified hairdresser, she loaded me up with such good...
View ArticleThought for the day…
‘Le mieux c’est l’ennemi du bien’. (The best is the enemy of the good) – Voltaire.
View ArticleStardust.
3 months. 3 months I saw patients with varying degrees of attention and quality. 3 months I walked those corridors, struggled through them, cried in them. I cried every. single. day. In cupboards,...
View ArticleDust, the regular kind.
I sat down tonight, hair wet from the shower I had time to have, after playing with my baby all evening. I realised that it’s been a month exactly since I posted, and it’s probably taken that long to...
View ArticlePerfect motion.
9 years ago my husband and I got in an old Magna and moved our entire lives to this state so I could go to medical school. That day, driving away from my childhood home is forever etched in my memory....
View ArticleMy Ecology
You died. You bloody died! You weren’t supposed to die. You were supposed to be the part of the story where I learn the true magic of modern medicine, the Saving Lives dream come true. But you died. My...
View ArticleFortune teller
Every now and again we come to a time where we make Big Choices. A career, get married or don’t get married, have kids or don’t get kids, dedicate your life to becoming an astronaut. For a lot of...
View ArticleConversations in strange places
It’s 7pm. I’ve hung around at work well past finishing because I have a dinner date nearby and I’ve just finished up in critical care. My friend whose on until 11pm and I are sitting at the nurses...
View ArticleTears in Rain
It’s after hours. I’m doing one of those famed fifteen hour shifts where you don’t sit down. The cardiology fellow is on the phone telling me he’s sending someone up from the cath lab, they’ve just...
View ArticleGoodbye 2016.
Sometimes you have years that have so much change in them that personal growth is minimal and everything feels insensible. That was my 2016. Interstate move, four new hospitals, new hospital system,...
View ArticleOne last time.
I told a man he was dying today. He wasn’t old. His life had been written for him by his parents and his circumstances, and as we sat there, in his room, in a nursing home, even though he was too...
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