25 November 2009
So this is a quick note to say, don't worry about fainting in theatre, it happens to the best of us.
What I do remember of that day was the surgeon (after I woke up to him holding my feet in the air) allowing me to scrub in and telling me that he used to faint religiously every time he went near the anaesthetic room.
To this day I haven't fainted since, despite scrubbing in on some very gruesome surgeries, and I still don't know what brought about the face/floor episode. All I do know is that the dentist and optician weren't happy with me considering I chipped a tooth and broke my spectacles with one astonishing face vs floor...
12 November 2009
10 November 2009
The big black dog has come back for a visit, except this time I'm still on 40mg of fluoxetine. My gut feeling is that I don't know what to do. I've not felt this low since starting on medication anyway and I've been reasonably stable since.
I have described it like an egg shell. I have a tough and bolshy exterior but it's fragile. My shell is getting thinner and particularly weak in places. The gooey bit in the middle keeps coming out to play and I keep crying.
Generally this is bad. Except it's now worse because I'm clinical and doing long days.
I still want medicine as a career but am I right for it?