I try to maintain a positive outlook when it comes to my blog, so I hope that you will forgive me if I am a bit self-indulgent and write about my week. Aside from the fact that I'm feeling unwell with a heavy cold and sore throat, I need to vent some of my feelings.
I've been working at the practice for ten weeks now and my introduction was not what I had anticipated in the sense that there was little orientation and by the second day, I was left to get on with the job. I can't really go into details (and I certainly don't want to bore you), but after a meeting this week, I am seriously questioning my decision to accept this job.
After many months of battling against the odds, I made it through my bridging course and I felt ready to start work, but circumstances (mainly the lack of jobs) meant that there was a significant delay between my finding a position and actually starting work.
I knew that the transition was going to be challenging, but I was not prepared for the feeling of anxiety that seems to pervade my waking (and sleepless) hours. I am wondering how I am ever going to survive this first year of practice.