Intern Experiences

How to charm a midwife and “catch” babies, when you have no idea how to put a nappy on; nor if the “magic” part of birth ever kicks in.

My 8th week in Broken Hill is coming to an end with a weekend of celebration.

The answer to this question has always remained freshly preserved within the gyri of my semi-identical cerebral halves despite the sheer arduousness of my education.

Cunnamulla is a small town of 900 people in central west Queensland, more than 800km directly east from Brisbane, about 2 and a half hours south of Charleville, and, for a city dweller like me, essentially in the middle of nowhere.

This article is written to detail the issue of mental health and well being within medicine, especially as students and then as we move further on as future doctors and eventually one day as specialists.

With only a few months left before some unlucky hospital is forced to offer me a job for next year, the idea of actually planning a career has become more and more important.

Learning medicine is a lifelong adventure but studying in the same place for an extended period of time results in a very one dimensional view of the art.

When I began writing this article, I was halfway through my second term as an intern, mentally preparing myself for the prospect of four nights of surgical ward call, after having just finished twelve days in a row of early starts