It wasn't fun and I ended up calling an ambulance out for myself. Now anyone who knows me will recognise that I hate people who waste the ambulance service's time. In fact I even called a friend who was working as an ambulance technician that night and asked his advice. So I ended up getting some help, and some decent analgesia (I'm actually reasonably scared of needles, so to let a paramedic cannulate my hand goes some way to show how much pain I was in) - I loved entonox so much that night, and after some IV morphine the pain was a lot more bearable.
Anyhow, a few days later and after some IV antibiotics I was discharged, and then readmitted when the pain got worse. More IV antibiotics, lots of analgesia and some fluids later I went home. Things are better now but still not perfect.
Anyhow, a big thanks to the ambulance service for their help that night and for not treating me like a muppet when I went a bit mad on entonox.
Since then it's all been a bit of a whirlwind.
- introduced my parents to my inlaws
- got my GMC registration
- moved to my new hospital
- done half of induction week
- gone to a mess party
- met some of my consultants
- and started answering bleeps when shadowing
I don't yet have a rota but that will be sorted this week.
It's all very scary, and the worst was seeing my ID card saying Dr Merys Jones.
But I guess it's all finally true and it happened. Hard work pays off in the end.