"How's work?" my lecturer queried on Facebook chat.
"It's great, Prof :)" I replied, tears streaming down my face.
That's the thing about social media- it allows us to be polite and act like everything is amazing when in reality, it's not.
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It took me 5 days to get to this phase.
I thought it was going to be shorter, so well done, me.
Finally crying. Finally met the malignant one (and it wasn't who I thought); still have more malignant ones to meet. So many MOs in this department.
But for each malignant MO, there will be three or more really decent ones. And so far all my specialists are amazing; so who am I to complain?
Although it doesn't erase the hurt from the shame and guilt that comes with getting scolded, it's a good reminder to always think that there is life beyond this department, beyond the walls of these wards with their negativity. I am worth more than this silly little mistake.
But crying is good, I suppose. It's a release.
"It's great, Prof :)" I replied, tears streaming down my face.
That's the thing about social media- it allows us to be polite and act like everything is amazing when in reality, it's not.
**********
It took me 5 days to get to this phase.
I thought it was going to be shorter, so well done, me.
Finally crying. Finally met the malignant one (and it wasn't who I thought); still have more malignant ones to meet. So many MOs in this department.
But for each malignant MO, there will be three or more really decent ones. And so far all my specialists are amazing; so who am I to complain?
Although it doesn't erase the hurt from the shame and guilt that comes with getting scolded, it's a good reminder to always think that there is life beyond this department, beyond the walls of these wards with their negativity. I am worth more than this silly little mistake.
But crying is good, I suppose. It's a release.
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