H.O., oh H.O. ...

…or, other things that are part of the job description of a house officer that you were never really told about before you jumped headfirst into it:
- glorified secretary
- scapegoat
- sacrificial lamb
- punching bag
- puppet
- labourer

...I was once asked if I'd ever want any of my children - that is, assuming that I will be having any - become a doctor, and I said yes. Which, in retrospective, is utterly idiotic of me.

Am I blaming anyone? Darn right, I blame the system...

...and those who would resort to being utterly impossible to deal with.

*snort* So much for professionalism and teamwork. Hypocrites.

For Real

Will people take me seriously if I say that I'm quite close to clinical depression, or will they just dismiss me as a weakling?

I need a hug. NOW. But at the same time I just want to shut myself out from the rest of the world...because I can't take all the stupidity around me.