On Existence
Indeed I am alive; if there were any reasons for my existence, then some of it must be littered within the menial tasks that I do everyday in the wards. For I am now in my final year of medical school, already on my way to graduation as I speak, though I believe I am no closer to being ready for the responsibility at hand.
My intern is a rather serious man with an equally healthy sense of humour; I spend all day, every weekday, by his side. It is a fun change from being a clinical student, where the focus now is on management rather than knowledge, and so I stand by my intern as we both run the day-to-day jobs that keep our patients alive in the wards. My team has been generous; I have been showered with offerings of coffee and lunch almost everyday.
My lack of existence in this blog is partly due to my inexhaustible routines in the wards, though it can quite so easily be accounted for by a decision to move out into the suburbs. I’m staying with a good friend who has offered to rent me her large guest room, and though I’ve stayed in the city all my student life, getting into the seams of a typical Australian lifestyle is a refreshing flavour. My father is with me currently; I’m expecting my mother to drop by in a couple of days. I’ve bought a car as well and I’ve successfully roped Jordan in to help fine-tune my parking practices at the local K-Mart.
Everything’s looking good really. I know the year’s just started, but I have an optimistic feeling that it would all turn out well. It should, I reckon, because last year’s nasty events only paves a way for bigger, better and brighter things to come.
Here’s to my final year in Medical School.

