Goodnight and Goodluck

Sometimes I suspect Anxiety can actually be tasted. In a way it can be.
Anyways, it's been a pleasure, World, you have been great.
It's not you, it's me.
Memories will always remain.
And so on.
In truth this is not a goodbye, it's more of a notice: all selling activity of the blog is now over. No more packages will be packaged, no more emails will be emailed on the topic of clothing.
Once I said a tornado came and moved our world. Compared to what's happening now that was a summer breeze.
Cu multumirile de rigoare, pentru toti cei care au venit, au vazut, au cumparat, va anuntam ca activitatea de vanzare a acestui blog se incheie aici. Ce va urma vom vedea cu totii, in curand.
Plecaciuni,
Palarierul

The Mad Hatter Is a Psychiatrist, Get It?

Hi!
Now, tell me what do you see in the upper image here?
Glumesc. Dar pe aceiasi tema, astazi am primit inca un email in care eram intrebata cum este sa fii psiholog si sa lucrezi intr-un spital. Accentul este, evident, pe cuvantul inca. Poate nu am fost suficient de clara cand am scris 'psychiatrist' in lateral. Sau poate romanii nu inteleg complet notiunile de psihiatru si psiholog. Astfel incat, one more for the win:
Psiholog devii dupa ce termini Facultatea de Psihologie, cu durata de 3 ani.
Psihiatru devii dupa ce iti alegi ca specialitate psihiatria, in urma unui examen dur de rezidentiat, dupa ce in prealabil ai absolvit Facultatea de Medicina Generala. Psihiatrii sunt doctori. Psihologii nu.
Activitatea psihiatrilor in spital nu are nimic in comun cu cea a psihologilor. Psihiatrii interneaza pacientii, le prescriu medicatie, le urmaresc evolutia, ii externeaza. Psihologii fac MMSE-uri (da, este o urma usoara de ironie aici, dar este o poveste atat de lunga incat nu are rost).
Pe scurt, pentru a evita o corespondenta inutila cu tinerii psihologi in devenire care ajung intamplator pe acest blog: buna, numele meu este Oana si sunt medic psihiatru. Restul este irelevant.

P.S: awesome book of the day: Survivor, by Chuck Palahniuk.

Choices

You know, I'm slightly anxious and slightly sad, because yesterday I chose a definite path in my existence. No more choices are to be made from now on (sort of, but it sounds more dramatic this way). During med school, I was strongly attracted to two options: forensic (legal) medicine and psychiatry, in spite of loving surgery for its superb logic. These two were, to me, the only two viable options. During my 6th year I've become more inclined towards psychiatry and had become definite, towards the end, that was the path I want to follow. But yesterday, as my turn to decide was approaching, I was secretly hoping those two spots available in forensic medicine would be occupied faster so I wouldn't have that option at all. By the time they got to me, they were still available. I filched for a second and all the poetry that is the human anatomy raced through my mind. And I chose psychiatry. I hope that 40 years from now, when I'll look back, I'll be positive it was the right choice. For now, I'm happy I made it and it makes me, in spite of all the anxiety, feel complete.

To all of you, I hope you're happy with the choices you make everyday and realize that although some of them close some paths, they also open new ones. Doubt is probably one of our biggest enemies in life and the source of insecurity and unhappiness. Believe in yourselves and try to be happy.

Yours truly, the Definitely Mad Hatter (come on, now you get it why this blog was called the Mad Hatter?)

All Things Come to an End

Well, darlings, I did it, the big exam is finally over. Frankly, I believe it was worth all the time invested and all those moments of slight insanity. I scored 811, which puts me in the top 10%, which allows me to basically choose the speciality I want, where I want it. So yeah, I smile.

I would like to thank to everyone who wished me good luck before the exam, you people are really great and I was honestly surprised to see such care. I'm sorry I wasn't able to answer to your emails, I was pretty stressed.

The blog, the store and everything else is going to come back, as soon as things are settled, and as soon as I can recover from the after exam shock. I'll still be in Bucharest for a while, basically eating sushi and going out. Cause baby, I deserve it.

And yeah, now I can make that stupid joke 'It's ok, I'm a doctor'.