Life as an intern is like walking on water, you never know when the next wave will come.
Dear whoever you are,
Almost as early as a week ago, I started to gather my thoughts about the ending of my internship and tried cramping them into a sort of finale entry for my blog, yet every time I failed to let my words flow when I turned on the writing screen. Tonight is my last shot, to write in the name of an expired intern, and before I turn into a resident / MO from tomorrow onwards. At times like this, I suppose nothing comes better than a few words from the bottom of my heart.
First of all, I want to thank everyone whom I’ve come across over the past one year – and these people include my intern colleagues in all rotations / my MOs / my seniors / my nursing colleagues / and everyone whom we shared the time working in the same wards (or battlefields). Thanks for cheering me up and giving me the extra hand whenever help is needed, during calls or post-calls, or even sometimes pre-call depressive episodes. You are a bunch of amazing people and I’m afraid I’ll fail immediately if I had to list all your names out here, but you know who you are and I just want to thank you for simply being who you are.
There are definitely ups and downs throughout the internship, and for someone who’s extra-thought-ful (by that, I mean – people with too many thoughts, like me), I’m so glad to have someone who actually attempted to understand such a stubborn person. They took the time to listen and to make me feel better about my incompetency in many aspects of life. Their support has always been vital, for without them, I wouldn’t know how to have survived the past a hundred calls. You guys are awesome.
Next thing I want to say a few words about the future of this blog – when this blog was first created, like every new habit that we try to make it our own, I intended to write as regularly as possible. But at times my writing ability is far too inadequate to speak my mind accurately, and there were occasions where I too experienced the ‘bloggers’ block’, thus it usually took me a couple of days to write and re-write, edit, and add pictures, take off a few lines, replace a few words, before I finally publicize it for all eyes to see. Yet I guess this is exactly the fun of writing a blog.
This blog was meant for fun. People asked me what I was trying to achieve with this blog, and I told them I was not trying to achieve anything but happiness, through writing down what I see every day as an intern – the lowest rank animal in the hospital food-chain. To my surprise, with the help of Facebook, my stats are telling me that there had once been more than 120 views of my entries one day after I updated my blog. It was unbelievable. I got plenty of support from the viewers asking me to continue writing, so I decided it’s perhaps time to either start a new blog with a new title (no longer an intern eh) or simply change the name of this one, either way, I’m going to keep on writing.
Lastly, about turning a new page in life, yes- I’ll be heading to the Prince of Wales Hospital in July and working in the eye department. It’ll be a nine-year relationship, and will probably be one of the longest relationships that I could ever handle. I’m nervous about starting a completely new role, but I constantly remind myself to preserve the curiosity in medicine of an intern (or of a first year med student) and remain humble at all times.
So with that, I shall end my note and keep my fingers crossed for the journey ahead. In order to wake up early mane, I shall sleep right now (if not an hour ago). See y’all.
Expired Intern.
