HOMO sapien

Post call.

Last HO call ever, god forbid.

Stepping into quasi-MOhood tomorrow.

Entering the transitional phase of being a HO-MO Sapien.


I guess I should feel.....excited.

Elated, probably.

Or at least the slightest sense of relief; relieved that it's finally over.

That the days of FBC QIDs and RP LFT PTAPTT ROTFLMAOQWERTY are finally behind me.

And hello to weekend offs, post call half-day offs, so on and so forth.


Strangely,

I feel nothing.

Or should I say

Not surprisingly at all.

Not the slightest sense of woohoo-ness running through my body now.


Nothing much to look forward to.

Taggings gonna be a pain knowing that my presence is more of a compromise in view of the ongoing human resource crisis instead of an actual interest in making me part of the team.

Heck, then again it's not as if I made any initiative to be part of the team to begin with at all.

So there.....two parties antagonizing each other but brought together due to circumstance sake.


I foresee......chaos.


Looking back, all those sleepless nights of FBC QIDs and RP LFT PTAPTTs somehow don't seem that bad after all.

At least I'm doing what I consider myself 'good' at.....ok lah, 'ok' at....


Sigh. Good bye joblist. Good bye insane FBCs. Good bye Blood C&S, ABG, PR.

Uh, hello femoral catheter, CVP short line, BMAT........*shudder*

The 'JobList'. Secure with your life as it determines your survival for the night