Its always a little daunting to start a new job; new colleagues, new structure, new responsibilities.
This one holds a few extra uncertainties: new language, new diseases to deal with.
I was kinda hoping they would ease me in gently. When I found out that the clinics I was supposed to be working in had closed for 3 weeks ("its chrismas you see...!"), I had thought - well its a hard life; i'm sure i can find a beech to sit on or a palm tree to read under.... i've always wanted to learn to sail...
So i met sandra, the doctor who runs the clinics (more about these another day) and she said that the doctor who runs the mini-hospital on the island (and techniquely my boss while i am on the island) was "interested" in my spending some time with his clinic / hospital. So this is the plan for the next 3 weeks during the xmas holidays.
"So you'll be put on the rota; probably working on your own, and knowing them they'll probably put you down for christmas day and new year's eve."
Hmmm, thought I, my ideas about what it means to be a volunteer rapidly changing. A few weeks of holiday had suddenly turned into working an A and E - type of rota! And i'd done so well to avoid that the last few months.
And what about my spanish...? a pathetic attempt to avoid being thrown in at the deep end.
"oh the nurses will help you" came the reply
......that familiar position of being totally incompetant and continually saved from disaster by experienced nurses. just like being a house officer again... happy days!
In all truth i have no idea what is about to happen, where or when i shall be working.
For now i need to concentrate on learning some spanish.
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