Growing up

Its nearly a month since I last blogged. How time flies.
In that time I have done two twelve day weeks.
Do I hear you echoing my mother, and asking what planet I am on that has 12 days in a week?
Well, its two five day working weeks plus the intervening weekend. I did one ward cover weekend - which was thankfully not even half as busy or traumatic as my previous ward cover weekend experience and on the weekend just gone I was on the admissions unit.
I have decided that I am growing up. Not vertically (pity) or horizontally (thankfully), but medically.
I haven't cried (or even been close to tears) for over a month, and I'm more calm, and a little more confident, in emergencies.
I had my end of job appraisal this morning - I think it went off well. Considering that I have been working for one of the big cheese's in the hospital, and one that is in charge of training, for her to say that she thinks that I'm okay, is something I'm happy with (I was never brilliant to begin with). Also, the feedback on the multisource feedback thingy* was pretty good.
All in all I reckon I can go off on my holiday (this weekend, for three weeks!), feeling quite happy.
One problem to solve in the meantime tho - should there be a call out on the plane for any doctors on board to make themselves known - should I respond?


*Await a post on the various assessment things we are required to do and which are the bane of my life