It was a Rollercoaster Ride.

                  That's my simba.

My companion .

Getting a new shoe was a big deal back then.

How i build 6 pack.Home gym.

Notorious med student.

It was exam week.Winter and exam is a painful combo.

My protein shaker

Training sharma at home

Even without electricity,the discipline was always there.

Post written.

The day I knew I failed my exam 29th April.

Memorable holiday

December 3.Exactly one year ago.

Politics

New chapter of life

The place where I spent most of my time

The day I did my video in a different way.

Those days where I had the time to mesmerized the beauty of moon

My alphalagully street

My cheap gym yet effective

Walking on mud seems enjoyable.

The day someone cheated my 4500taka

Yet i made new friends

Real friends

The day i did dressing for a wound on street

My diet food

Sharma

My art

Next day was surgery ospe yet i trained

My herbal tea

Getting a flight ticket was a battle then

Achievement

Leaving the house

Last 2 days

My logbook was actually empty 

My diet food

My cd collection

Last day

Shiva temple

My first apartment

Sarwar mansion

Gc durga temple

Noman

My gym

Our dreams

That last night in Chittagong

Sold everything

Dhaka embassy

The last hotel I stayed in Bangladesh

Leaving Bangladesh for good 

My ponytail

Last selfie with sharma before departure.

Worst and best days

One day, even though I'm no more my memories will be here to cherish forever.
It was a emotional rollercoaster.
Fun , painful, emotional, experience for life.
Today I'm not sure where I'm heading but definitely not according to my plan.
It's time to change everything.

A Dysfunctional Doctor : Housemanship Dilemma

She literally killed my name.Its lakdhesz.🙄 

       

     


"I don't want to work anymore..I feel like quiting.Can we do something else?"she asked.

I felt the same.

"But don't ask me what because I really don't know,"she sighed.

Last night itself, I was assisting 1 emergency lower segment caesarean section pushed from labour room for abnormal CTG and one csec with bilateral tubal ligation.Finished that,went for gynecology OT and assisted ruptured ectopic pregnancy laparoscopy with right ovarian cyst plus unilateral tubal ligation.That was cool but holding and guiding the camera for 2 hour and half was a feeling that word could explain;moreover after a great arm and shoulder workout.
If the medical officer or specialist is good and kind,the day felt great.
It's like learning forward what most won't be able to see in their houseman life but when the mos are bad,it felt terrible..

Whatever it is, everyday is a battle.
Who knows which mo will be there for that day..

Does it worth it?I don't know.
Back in Bangladesh, I used to wirte my own prescription.Even for x-rays,it was very simple with a single prescription but here, numerous forms,we have to request,get scolded..
Again,does it worth the effort?
Toxic environment,less good helpful friends, humiliation,mental agony and unnecessary stress..
All that for that pay?
Working 12 to 18 hours for something less than what my friends that working 7 to 5 earning?

Did i made a mistake or am I at the wrong place?

In Bangladesh's working environment,with such numerous amount of patients, everything was different.I was always in the flow.I don't even feel hungry nor have the sense that time is moving.
Here, I kept looking at the clock.
'7 hours more,4 hours more,last 45 minutes ,hold on.'
What kind of life is this?
Does others from different hospitals experiencing the same?
I saw my ptm friends from different hospitals doing great,going out for movies and dinners, laughing out loud..
What am I missing?
A constant question running in my head that needs an answer.STAT