They warned me.
They said it’d be tough. I thought they were just exaggerating.
They repeatedly said, “When you get to paediatrics posting, you’ll finally understand.”
I thought it was just horse shit.
Then I found myself in the Paediatrics rotation of my internship.
It all started off slow.
There was a mini-orientation where one of my superiors basically told me and two of my fellow house officers that we were going to practically work our asses off.
I’m kinda the hardworking type so I figured:
“Hey, that aint nothing new, I’ve been doing that for the past couple of months.”
I had heard of a fellow house officer who sorta collapsed during her paediatric rotation, but I was like nahhh, Paediatrics aint so tough.
I was wrong… well, not entirely.
A couple calls later, and I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Or maybe it’s cos I’m tired pretty much all the time.
If you’ve ever had alternate day calls, and I mean like for a week, then you have an idea how I feel right now.
I basically have come to dread the experience known as being on call.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and delete the whole “being on call” experience from the medical profession.
I had already been questioning myself every single time I found myself on call.
“Is this why I struggled through medical school to become a doctor?”
“Is this the kind of life I want to lead where my activities are dictated by a piece of paper called a “call roster” that someone else made with no regard for my goals or plans?”
“Is this how I want to spend the next 30-40yrs of my life?”
Now, this whole Paediatric rotation has made me begin to question myself even more.
Maybe it might be the work clime at the Paediatrics department over here at ADH.
Or maybe it’s the whole medical profession in general.
Or maybe it’s just me.
I can’t say for sure, but here’s how last week went for me:
– Freshen up.
– Go to work
– Come home
– Have lunch
– Sleep and get no writing or hustle done.
– Wake up feeling tired and full of dread because I know I’m going to be on call
– Freshen up
– Go to work till 4pm
– Come home
– Have a brief lunch
– Go back to work till about 1 am on Wednesday. Also no writing or hustling done.
– 1 am :Go back home, catch about 2 hrs of Zzzs
– Get a call from the Compound Office, go back to work till about 7:30am
– Go home, freshen up and go right back to work till about 4pm and right when I think I’ll get to catch some ZZZs, the Consultant decides to have a ward round and I have to go to the ward.
-We have the rounds till about 6pm, then I go home , eat lunch, sleep till thursday morning. Once again, no hustling or writing done.
– Wake up with that all too familiar feeling of dread because I’m on call again, and I think you have an idea of how that was going to go. Just reread Tuesday
– Finish my call a bit earlier (7:15am), go back home
– Freshen up and go right back to work till 4pm.
-Got to chill with a cool friend later that day, then slept. No hustling done.
– Woke up extra dreadful because I was to be on 24 hrs call.
-I end up pretty much almost constantly in motion from 8 am till 12am this morning when I finally went home to get some ZZZs.
– I hit the bed so hard, that I got called about 7 times from about 1am till 3am but I couldn’t even hear the phone ring once.
-I eventually got another call at about 6:30 which I picked up and then went to respond to. On arriving there, the Compound officer was like: “Dr. Josh, you were not picking our calls… bla bla bla (I sorta tuned out at this point).. Why?”
I surly replied: “I slept off.”
That was a new air of non chalance for me.
But what do you expect?
I’m getting drained figuratively and literally.
I put in literally there because for some reason, this past week, I’ve found that all my pants keep falling from my waist.
I need to make more belt holes or notches just to keep my trousers at my waist now.
In English, I have lost a shit ton of weight in just a month of the Paediatrics posting.
I know what you’re thinking, but No.
This is not a “Complain” post where I turn around and start pointing fingers and placing blame.
Nahh. I tell you this, to let you know the odds I’m facing.
To show you that your excuses about not having enough time are bullshit.
Plus I’m the type of guy to tell it like it is.
So, it is what it is.
I’m busier than usual and this last week, my 9-5 job has been kicking my butt.
But it’s hard to beat someone who never gives up.
So I never will.
I plan to take over the internet this year, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
How am I going to do it?
I will find a way.
I will do whatever it takes.
I will write, and read, and write and practice, and keep doing and doing till I succeed.
As should you.
Don’t let whatever you may be facing now dull your focus.
Don’t let it limit you or hold you back.
It’s gutts over fear this year. Whatever you want to achieve is right within your reach.
Reach out and take it!
You just have to want it bad enough.
One of Eric Thomas’ favourite quotes is:
“When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you will be successful.”
Do whatever it takes.
That’s how you succeed. And how I will.
500 Naira Writer signing out but not leaving.
P.S. Hit me up with an offer of whatever you want to get written and I’ll get it done.
Author: Tomi Joshua
Tomi is a case.
A bit brash, at first blush. But ultimately, he means well. There are very few things he won’t say or do in the presence of tolerant company (especially when it could make for a good story later).
Tomi is a Doctor, writer, certified inbound marketer (Shout Out to HubSpot), Digital Hustler, and online business addict.
He is most likely to be found dancing to the beat of his own drum, even in accapella.