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At the time of writing this article, it is Day 99 of my housemanship journey. Landed in the Land of Hornbills, Sarawak on the 14th of June and officially started my journey on the 4th of July 2023 in my first posting, Orthopaedics.
Well, 3 months in. How am I?
I’ve encountered numerous panic attacks, one too many to even count. Trying to adapt to the situation, trying my best to remain optimistic and just showing up every day.
Personally, I’ve yet to discover my purpose in the medical field. I know that I’m here to serve, that’s all. The environment is good and people are more than kind. It alleviates some of the pressure. Well, just a quantifiable amount.
I’ve started cooking again and as you can see, writing. I’ve started writing again.
These simple things that I used to love to do. I’ve forgotten how to inculcate them back into my life. Suddenly, I find joy in waking up again and returning home. Even it is just to simply have that “lunch” or “dinner” or “post-night brunch” with my best friend, is something I look forward to.
It’s odd that it took a visit from my dear mother to remind me of that. I would come home to have her cook the simplest yet heartwarming food, just like I used to have growing up. It was the love and thought poured into curating the simplest homemade dish that just fills my soul and sent me back to reminiscing my childhood days. I started craving more.
Slowly, I started remembering that every day or every shift has an end to it. It may be a bad day but it’s alright. A bad day does not necessarily translate into a bad life. I simply have to live through it as best as I can and try again the following day.
Perhaps unknowingly, I’ve learnt to adapt to the system. Hence, it does not seem as bad as it initially was for me.
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