Well, this site essentially documents two things:
1) Poetry that I have written during my stay in this hotel we call ‘LIFE’ (be warned, includes poetry from my teenage angst filled years).
2) The experiences of a medical student going into their 3rd year of medicine…
…yes, that is such an unoriginal idea….yes, why would you want to listen to some person talk about their medical experiences? …yes, I am wasting my own time and your time by… These are probably some of the thoughts that you may be having at this point, and my response to that is: WILL YOU JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FINISH BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME FOR THIS??????
As any doctor will tell you, the GMC heavily regulates our actions, our speech, how we look and to some extent, even our thoughts, as bizarre and ridiculous as that sounds…and I am genuinely not kidding when I say that…(no, I am not paranoid…
at least I think not [>.>] [<.<]…but even if I was, that’s beside the point.) There are very few other professions in the world where a regulating body has SOOOOOOO MUCH control over an individual. The number of times that I have had a doctor turn to me and say something, only to have their colleagues demonise them for it, are too numerous to count.
There are many important and significant reasons for why doctors are held so accountable for their words and actions, not least of all the fact that a doctor can hold the life and fate of a person in the palm of their hands, LITERALLY…
*cue evil laughter*…ahem, but without delving into the deep philosophical and practical reasons behind why this is, the point of this site is to allow me to say WHATEVER I WANT about my experiences, without having the GMC destroy my life and soul for it…well, that’s the plan anyways…hopefully…please don’t destroy me GMC….(>.<)
LEGAL OBLIGATORY NECESSARY STATEMENT/CLAUSE TO PROVE THAT I AM A GOOD HONEST, UPRIGHT CITIZEN OF…etc,etc, part 1:
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LEGAL OBLIGATORY NECESSARY STATEMENT/CLAUSE TO PROVE THAT I AM A GOOD HONEST, UPRIGHT CITIZEN OF…etc,etc, part 2:
This site is
UNFORTUNATELY non-profit and is in no way trying to infringe on the copyrights or businesses of any of the entities…feel free to donate your money to me if you want though….HINT HINT.
LEGAL OBLIGATORY NECESSARY STATEMENT/CLAUSE TO PROVE THAT I AM A GOOD HONEST, UPRIGHT CITIZEN OF…etc,etc, part 3:
Obviously, all data used in this blog has been appropriately anonymised to comply with the confidentiality laws regarding patient information. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental...no matter how similar or identical the resemblance is, I assure you that it is UTTERLY, COMPLETELY, WHOLLY, ALL-INCLUSIVELY C-O-I-N-C-I-D-E-N-T-A-L…have I stressed this fact enough for you guys yet?
…of course, we shall ignore the fact that the above implies that I am also a fictitious character and the ramifications that come with that assumption…(>.<).
So, in other words, to answer the question posed in the title of this page:
This is the REAL and HONEST experiences of a FICTITIOUS student, starting their FICTITIOUS 3rd year of a FICTITIOUS medicine course, with the aim of ultimately becoming a FICTITIOUS doctor.