27/03/2026
Eight years. Honestly, it went fast and slow at the same time.
I remember my first week at Bajwa Hospital thinking I had it figured out. Degree fresh, motivation high, ready to fix people. What I didn't know was how much the job would fix me instead.
The early years were humbling in ways I didn't expect. Patients who didn't respond to what should have worked. Senior colleagues who didn't explain, just expected. You figure things out quietly, sometimes through mistakes you carry home with you.
Leading the team didn't come with a ceremony. One day you're a junior, next you're the one people are looking at when something goes wrong. That shift is heavier than it sounds. I wasn't always ready for it. There were moments I got the clinical call right but handled the person wrong. Said the right thing at the wrong time. Took credit too fast, gave it too slow.
The hardest part of this job has never been the patients. It's been convincing the system they deserve better care, faster. Sitting in meetings where physio is an afterthought. Watching patients get discharged before they're ready because beds are needed. Fighting for resources with data because passion stopped being enough.
Year four broke me a little. I won't dress it up. I was tired in a way sleep didn't fix.
But I stayed. And somewhere in staying, things shifted. The department grew. The team got stronger. A few of those juniors are leading their own units now and that genuinely makes me proud in a way I didn't expect.
I'm still learning. Still getting things wrong. Still here, but Happy.
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