First day at work

Well it had to happen eventually and I survived. 8 months of form filling finally came up trumps. I'm working 2 days a week in a surgery with 2 charming female gps who have been there for 20 years. They don't have a practice nurse, which has been bothering me a bit, as I've been spoilt by working with fabulous nurses over the last few years. I have decided to take most of it on the chin and learn about dressings, smears, etc but I can't bring myself to use the antiquated ear syringe (yes that one they have in medical museums), so I'm going to have to spend the next 6 months finding ways of avoiding it.

I saw a lot of cute and snotty kids, and spent considerable time trying to work out what the medications I would normally prescribe are called here. I doubt I looked competent or slick, but I played the new girl in town card frequently. In total I only saw 13 patients all day and seeing as I get paid per punter then we may still be shopping in Aldi, and undergoing the indignity of having our bags searched at the checkout (routine policy here).

Howard perfected the supportive husband role by taking the kids to nursery and picking them up, feeding them and putting them to bed, before making my dinner. I was sent off for a swim, which I managed to fit it in between torrential downpours (outdoor pool). Any of you who thought I was a little smug about the outdoor olympic swimming pool at the end of the road can take an opportunity to snigger now, its not so much fun in winter.