I have just completed my one week’s worth of tagging in my latest posting – General Surgery. I’ve heard of this department long before I step foot in it – mostly about a general distaste for it. I thought I could walk into it with my chin up and some sense of optimism that things wouldn’t be that bad.. at least for me, I hoped.
Oh boy. Was I dead wrong.
I have already ran into deep trouble even before my first working day. Thus, I am now in their list of doctors to keep a note of. The black list. Not good. REALLY not good.
If only it were as exciting as the infamous Grey’s anatomy where there’s at least a McDreamy to look at. Sadly, it isn’t.
Instead what you get is a bunch of surgeons and wannabes as if on a testosterone overdrive. You’ll hear all their deep voices when they talk among each other, their eyes piercing through you as if to catch any flaw which they could gladly make a really big deal of. There is a stillness of fear in the air when they walk in the corridors of the ward. Sometimes the house-officers project their palpitations outwardly with tremors and stammers, making them feel even lower than they already do.
This is Surgery. It’s like a man eats man world.
As someone has put it…welcome to hellhole.