Induction is Done.

Induction was done in a flurry of powerpoint presentations and a ton of paperwork. I signed paperwork, filled in forms and tried to understand the complexities of the rota, legalities of what we can work and what we can’t and of course pay. I don’t understand most of it I must admit.

The knots in the pit of my stomach are increasing. It’s crazy because this is not the first job I’ve ever had but it’s certainly building itself up to be in a class of it’s own.

Graduation Day was good. A finale of one stage of my life. But frankly right now I’m already missing the cosiness of Hogwarts with Drugs otherwise known as medical school.

Getting to this point has already cost me in grey hairs and even some hair loss, debt and years lost when I could have been hitchhiking around the world or even trying out as a Costa Barrista for a summer. I find myself enviously viewing the coffee makers and think how blissful it must be to not have to think of anything more stressful than whether they need chocolate with that froth. What will the pay back be? Will there be any? I’ve heard it described as both the best job in the world and the worst. I’m talking about medicine now – not making coffee.

I’m reading the headlines daily about NHS cuts, lack of recruitment into higher speciality training and the looming privatisation of the NHS at the hands of the Tories. Why did they public vote them back in? I don’t get it. It’s such an uncertain future but right now I’m thinking about what’s around the corner.

The first week in Aug on the calendar marks the change over period and the arrival of the foundation doctors. ¬†An army of Padawans entering hospitals and stepping onto wards for the first time. What will the seniors be like? I saw a post on Facebook that said some might want to be Obi-Wan Kenobi but can’t help channeling their Darth Vader.

Graduation Day

The Jedis sat grandly in the great hall in their robes, cloaks and mortar board hats to watch their Padawans graduate.

The Oath was taken for the first time by the Padawans and also reaffirmed by their teachers.

The forces of privatisation and the looming attacks against their dominion – the NHS -were alluded to within the final speech.

Would the new medical warriors have learnt enough to now not only fight against disease and injury but also against other evil forces at play that would directly or indirectly harm their patients?

Only time will tell – but the wise ones knew their prodigies were stepping into an uncertain future and an unclear path. One that many may fall from before the journey is done. And there is no shame in that, indeed their bravery for embarking on this mission will be revered. But amongst the harvest, there just may be the one promised in whom the Force is strong that will survive the battle against the dark plans of Darth Hunt and his Empress and win in the noble quest to safeguard healthcare free at the point of delivery for all.