The start of being a MO

It's been two weeks into the life of a medical officer. I'm still floating in the medical department while awaiting for my transfer letter to come. So many had asked, "How does it feel to become a MO?". Well, decision making is hard and bearing the responsibility for every decision you make is even harder. I feel the tension and fear of harming my patients. When I was a house officer, it's relieving to hear the word 'DNR'. Now, I'm in a dilemma whether DNR should be taken even for a very poor candidate for active resuscitation. No doubt, I've learned a lot these two weeks. A million thanks to those helpful colleagues and bosses in the department and not forgetting my all time wonderful boyfie who's been there for me 24/7. It becomes easy that when I can't handle a case, I'll just give him a call and he'll plan out the management for me. 

The only stress I'm facing now is the oncoming 7 oncalls within 3 weeks of time. Sigh, I feel so upset whenever I think about it and it's starting tomorrow! Basically EOD and boy, I have no idea how I'm gonna survive this. Hopefully all goes well. My previous oncalls had been really tiring. I can't wait for this to end, seriously.