This is my last week of Haematology/Oncology.
On Monday, I’ll be back at base camp for a week of lectures on topics both useful and useless — really, one has to question the wisdom of the faculty in scheduling a bunch of third years for an hour on How To Avoid Plagiarism, as though it’s likely to somehow be different from the way in which we’ve been avoiding plagiarism for the last two-and-a-bit years. From there, I go to Peripheral Hospital and Slightly Less Peripheral GP Practice, and ‘real’ third year begins.
The good thing about spending the next ten weeks schelpping out of the county for clinical practice/PBL is that I should theoretically have a more central placement in the spring, when I’m actually going to care about how much time I have to spend commuting. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to moan pathetically at my alarm clock when it starts going off at zero dark hundred hours on cold, cold, cold mornings, but it’s something to keep in mind.
Before that, I have the rest of this week, which will be about tidying up my SSM essay and then truncating it into a ten-minute presentation, followed by a lovely lazy(ish) weekend.
My SSM has been busier, less lab-based, and more useful than I expected it to be. These are all good things. I’ve learned a lot. Not just about cancer (although that too), but about where my interests are, what kind of career I want to have, and what sort of doctor I want to be. The ideas that I have are ideas that may well change as I go through the next two years and onto foundation training, but I feel now as though I have somewhere to start. All in all, a massive improvement on the Drugs In Sport SSM that I was bitching about for most of last winter.