A decision made

Just a few days short of December, I received news that the transfer to HRPZII, which application I had handed in about a year and a half ago, has been granted. First it was just fleeting news via the grapevine and it became real when my senior MO informed me that the letter has arrived at the office.

I spent many nights thinking about it. If it was a year ago I would be jumping right now but things have changed from the time I was suffering in the OPD tolerating spoilt bohsias who would kick my door when I wouldn't sign the MC.

My mum would kill me if she read this, but I don't think I was ever the ambitious type. Many times I would wonder how on earth did I manage to pass medical school. I have asked myself repeatedly and even blogged about it; Have I become too content for my own good? - am I taking the cowardly way out? Am I choosing to remain here because I am quietly resisting change? As we all know, change is when something you don't want to happen, has happened (Haha, I just had a re-viewing of You've Got Mail - only the best internet romance movie ever made!).

What do I want for my future? I look at my specialists, and yes, they do get more pay but I don't see them happier than when they were MOs. Regardless of what or when or who, there will always be someone bigger than you giving you a hard time.

The report duty letter still sits in the glove compartment of my car. In fact, two weeks ago I was minutes away from stepping into the Pengarah's office when I chickened out. But the short break with Mum has helped me decide. Being in the district hospital will give me more flexibility in taking breaks and a better one-to-one teaching should I decide that I may want to pursue it academically afterall.

One can never say that he/she has made the right decision at the time they made it but one can always hope for the best.