Almost halfway through orientation weeks; oh such pleasant relaxing times I had which include sleeping, sleeping, and more sleeping. HAHA. Oh I kid. Nah, actually the week is not that bad..

Except maybe on the first day of orientation, what with the heightened anxiety of starting clinicals and then, getting lost in the hospital buildings as the little piece of paper depicting the map of the premise in the introductory pack proves to be less useful than it should be. Heh. Oh. Welcome to the medschool.

What I didnt expect to happen on that day (amidst my confusion and sleep-deprived state) was to actually start the clinicals straight away. Erk.. Luckily for me (and my partner at that time), our patient was so high on steroids that made her more talkative, making our history gathering task a tad easier.
At the end of our interview though, she asked me what I wanted to be in my life. Somehow her question got me, rendering me speechless. Haha. Maybe she sensed just how unsure I was that she reassured me it was alright. I walked home that day feeling uncertain..

The next day, I attended the clinical sessions. Learnt more basic skills. My consultant was alright, quite a funny man and very helpful really. Time passed by so fast while you were learning. Which was great, really. Although, I was intimidated by the wealth of information I thought I was supposed to grasp right at that moment. huhu.

I was stressing out a bit then. A goodfriend told me that these should not happen. These heightened anxiety, excessive worrying and too much self doubts would only kill my self-esteem when actually, I should be focusing my energy more on practicising and perfecting my learnt skills. She is right.

And I do believe that I am really having fun. =)