So I'm typing this realising that tomorrow is my final day of paediatrics, perhaps forever or perhaps not. I can't believe my four weeks have gone by just like *that* - seriously! The overwhelming feeling I have now is a sense of satisfaction and pride. Just four weeks ago, I felt like I was back to square one - I felt there were unfair expectations of me and I felt lonely and socially awkward. Though I may still be socially awkward at times, I feel slightly more capable now when presented with a writhing, frothing-at-the-mouth, cerebral palsy kid. I feel a bit more assured and confident of my abilities to handle disabled children. And I appreciate just how hard it is for teachers, for parents and for therapists to look after these children. They really do deserve a pat on the back. I'm grateful that I have had this opportunity - these kids have it bad, but they're young, they're innocent and they'll try their hardest (though some are just damn lazy). So whenever YOU think you have it tough, just think again.