we’re divided into small groups and are heavily scrutinized by one doctor who’ll also guide us through everything we’re supposed to do (as the evil Dr Cox said, “we’ll be watching you like hawks…”). Dr Nugent’s my tutor and I have to say that I feel quite at ease with him as he’s quite patient with all the stupid questions we tend to ask him and all the mistakes that we keep on doing. Plus, he’s got a wicked sense of humor and our ward rounds always seem lighthearted. We call him Cath@l by the way.
Still was a shock for me when we started everything this week. Well, who wouldn’t be, when in the past few months, I only have 7 hours of classes per week. And now, I’m going out just after dawn and reaching home just before sunset. Rushing to lectures and going home for lunch, then rushing off again. I guess I could’ve just stayed in the hospital but I love going to my own tiny toilet and eating in my own kitchen. Yep, a lot of walking.
Every morning, we’re taught how to do physical examinations, taking turns to do it ourselves on the volunteers. Sometimes, I’d get the moody Dr Cox and it could be quite unnerving to have him breathing down my neck while I listen to all the different breathing sounds. Other times, I’d be with Dr Mc Veigh, a hobbit-like, curly haired, shy little doctor. He’s really good (and cute, like a hobbit). He’s the one who taught us the ECG, how to detect the apex beat of the heart (I had to kinda grab this hairy volunteer’s chest… must get used to this type of thing), lots of stuff. Crush? heh.
