This week marked the beginning of my clinical career but within all the excitement of the hospital atmostphere the thing most pertinent in my mind from my experiences this week is that I have remembered how much I love sleep.
Compared to next week this past week's schedule wasn't too bad. After all the earliest I had to get in last week was 8.30 am. (Next week is going to be a brutal 8.15!) However, the act of having to wake up at 6.30 to pray before I had a shower and got dressed proved tortuous for this somnophile!
I am going to need all of my will-power, love of medicine and fear of my parents combined to ensure that I do not begin and continue my medical career constantly flirting with tardiness.