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The dream that came true Saturday 25 April 2009 |

My dream came true.

I finally got the housemens that I wanted.

Unfortunately, they made my dream into a nightmare.

I cannot comprehend the blatant idiocity that these people who graduated from Russia who dare call themselves doctor, because I seriously doubt they did 6 years learning medicine, as they are totally zero in knowledge.

Having to hold them by the hand and to teach them to clerk cases WORD FOR WORD is absolutely ridiculous.

Did they learn ANYTHING at all during medical school that they do not even know the basics enough to know that the significance of the things they clerk?

How do you manage patients when you can't even recognize their problem!??!?

I'm astounded.

Dumbfounded.

24 hours down the road, I'm already exhausted just trying to teach these 'kindergarden kids', as I call them, the basics that they should've learned a long time ago.

I highly suspect that their medical degree is store bought.

Conclusion?
Russian housemens are U.S.E.L.E.S.S.
Feel free to prove me wrong coz I know that I'm right.


I've seen the nightmare.

Because these are the doctors who will be treating patients in the future. And God save the patients, because they are the innocent ones in the picture.

I'm no angel, but if I can train these empty-brained-so-called-doctors up to be functional doctors, I can train anyone.




Joke of the day:

My boss asked why there is a need to do CTG after ARM. One of the kids answered,"To look for fetal distress." However, when my specialist probed further on the reason why fetal distress, the kid answered, "Because no more water inside, that's why distressed."

I couldn't help but broke out laughing.
But the bewildered look on my specialist's face took the cake.



God save the patients.
And my sanity.

Amen.

- jess, with the boot camp cane in hand-