Life In A Hospital..

I made it.

I left everything I knew as home and life back in Oman/Dubai where I grew up and moved to Australia about 6 years ago with just a dream — to become a western trained doctor one day.

If you had asked me back then, I often felt it was impossible and I should give up and return home. I had to start with a general biomedicine degree before getting into medical school and during the first two years I was mostly looking up medicals schools I could go to when I return home. This was to cope with the fearful voices in my head: “I will never get the GAMSAT score or ace interviews to get into med school” and a louder voice: “How the hell am I going to afford $300,000K ++ to get through medical school.”

It feels unreal now as I type this with a hospital badge hanging from my belt, sitting across the hospital in the medical students lounge, thinking about what shirt I should wear tomorrow morning (have to wear formals every day), which stethoscope should I take the blue or the purple one, wondering when the ward round starts tomorrow?, should I visit the patient of mine I selected for the long case?

No, I am not a doctor (yet) but I am in the hospital for my clinical training which makes me look and feel like an almost doctor. Here are few of the moments of my first month of life in a hospital..

  1. A 47-year-old lady I saw in the emergency department who came complaining of abdominal pain and turns out she has cancer and witnessing the doctor have the difficult conversation with her as the lady bursts into tears.
  2. Watching a young guy brought into the hospital in immense pain after a work injury where he got crushed by the machinery and ended up having surgery to remove half his bowel, kidney and leave him with life long injuries.
  3. Being given the job to take a history from women who came in with her son to the hospital clinic and on looking up her results to find out she has bowel cancer and see the discussion unfold from there.
  4. Seeing a 27-year-old in hospital after smashing her car into a tree to try to take her life after a dispute with her husband.
  5. Tearing up when this lady I was taking a history from described in detail how her son was killed 20 years and getting to see the pain in her eyes when she said she missed him every single day and remembers the details like it happened yesterday.

It has been a month of really early starts, very long days, lots of learning but more importantly watching people have life changing moments.

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