DR. WAJEEHA ISSUES

Picture this: a consultant dropping truth bombs about not overthinking every patient scenario and advising to chill a bit. Who would have thought that this simple advice would spiral into a domino effect of revelations? Brace yourself for a candid journey where sorting through the chaos of both my work and personal life became the ultimate game-changer. It all started with a consultant's feedback – a gentle nudge to pause the overthinking marathon for every patient. Understanding the socio-economic factors in their environment emerged as the missing piece in the puzzle. It was an epiphany that whispered, "Chill a bit, and the answers might just unfold naturally." Now, let's talk about the unexpected connection between the consultant's wisdom and my personal life. Sorting through the clutter of my refrigerator, kitchen, and room became a reflection of the chaos in my work. As I embraced the art of decluttering, a magical transformation occurred – my approach toward

In the not-so-distant past, my instinctive reaction to criticism or conflict was to raise defensive walls. Apologizing was a sign of weakness, an admission that I might be wrong. Little did I realize that this defensive strategy was not only isolating me but also hindering authentic connections. The transformation began when I started to view apologies not as surrender but as a means of fostering understanding. It's not about accepting blame for the sake of it; it's about acknowledging the impact of my words or actions on others. The shift from defense to apology wasn't instantaneous – it took conscious effort and self-reflection. Professionally, the apology reflex has become a valuable tool in my toolkit. Admitting mistakes doesn't diminish my credibility; it enhances it. Clients and colleagues appreciate authenticity. They can sense when an apology is genuine, and this authenticity builds trust – a currency more valuable than any professional facade . Sure, there were

Let's dive into the nitty-gritty of communication – a realm where I used to wade through murky waters of suppressed frustration. Not too long ago, my go-to move was expressing a vague discomfort, mumbling a half-hearted "this bothers me." It was like trying to navigate a maze blindfolded, stumbling over my words and hoping someone would decipher the hidden message. But oh boy, have things changed. The evolution from that mumbled mess to confidently asserting my needs has been nothing short of a revelation. It's not just about stringing words together; it's about finding my voice, loud and clear. Assertive communication is a skill I didn't even know I needed until I stumbled upon it. It's not about being confrontational or domineering; it's about standing up for myself, expressing my thoughts, and ensuring my needs are acknowledged. The power of this transformation is palpable, not just in my personal relationships but in every nook and cranny of my exi

In the grand scheme of life, we often find comfort in the familiar phrase, "That's just how I am." It's a shield we use to protect ourselves from the daunting prospect of change. But let me tell you, I've embarked on a transformative journey that shattered this shield, replacing it with an armor of self-awareness and an eagerness for growth. For the longest time, admitting to imperfections felt like peeling off layers of my identity. I clung to the notion that these quirks and idiosyncrasies were an inherent part of me. Little did I realize that this very resistance to change was hindering my personal and professional development. The revelation hit me like a lightning bolt - the power to evolve lies in acknowledging our shortcomings. Instead of brushing off feedback with a casual shrug and a nonchalant "That's just how I am," I started embracing the discomfort that comes with recognizing areas for improvement. It was like flipping a switch, illumina

Greetings from the Boot Camp Transformation Series!  Today, I want to share a candid moment that unfolded during my journey, reminding me that amidst the hustle, kindness can be the quiet hero. Picture this: the daily grind, the relentless march of tasks, and suddenly, a curveball—I wasn't feeling my best. In the spirit of prioritizing well-being, I took a day off. Now, in the corporate jungle, taking a sick day can sometimes feel like a complicated chess move, but this time was different. As I scrolled my phone with one eye open, I checked my messages and found a note from my line manager. No, it wasn't the standard message. Instead, a thoughtful message greeted me. She shared that she would postpone the meeting and expressed genuine concern for my well-being. "Glad you're taking your health seriously. Really hope you feel better soon," she wrote. In that moment, amidst sniffles and a box of tissues, I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with my well being. Some

Hello all In the boot camp of my Quality Improvement (QI) journey, a pivotal feedback session with my QI manager became a defining moment. She delved into the nuances of my progress, probing into the depths of my confidence. The question hung in the air: "How would you feel talking to executives?" I hesitated, admitting a certain consciousness when presenting to top-tier leadership. My QI manager, with a knack for unraveling barriers, probed further. "You've engaged with the CEO and Chief Medical Officer successfully. How did those interactions go?" In a moment of self-reflection, I acknowledged that I had articulated my ideas clearly in those high-stakes encounters. The revelation set the stage for a breakthrough. "Then who are these executives you are conscious about now?" she questioned, gently nudging me to confront the specter of self-doubt. As I took a moment to reflect, a realization unfolded—I had navigated the upper echelons of the organizatio

Good morning lovely people!  It's time to share a gem from the trenches—a tale of congratulations, handshakes, and a pregnant pause that left me questioning my Englishness. Picture this: a typical shift, the fluorescent lights humming, and excitement buzzing in the air, when suddenly, baby news dropped like confetti on a weekend. In the midst of the hustle, a staff member, realized she was expecting. Cue the joyous congratulations from colleagues, including yours truly. Now, I happened to overhear the baby banter and, like any good boot camper, joined the congratulations chorus. In the spirit of camaraderie, I strolled over to offer my hearty congratulations to the new mum. With a big grin, I extended my hand for a good ol' handshake. But wait for it—the unexpected twist came when she shot me a look that could rival a cat caught mid-sneak attack, ignored the outstretched hand, and thanked me with a nod before darting off. Well, slap my knee and call me befuddled! There I stood,

 Hello all, Here in UK , I realized cycling is a basic life skill that can save a lot of time, also a great exercise. I recently embarked on a journey that could rival Odysseus' epic tale—sans the sea monsters and sirens but with a fair share of wobbling. The quest? Cycling, a seemingly simple art I'd failed to master in seven different phases of my life. I'd tried it everything, to an extent of buying a cycle from a stipend back in India, each attempt as graceful as a giraffe on roller skates. Then came the revelation—the eureka moment that balance was not just a metaphor for life but a literal skill I needed to conquer. There I was, a grown adult, ready to confront my nemesis—my bicycle. My dad, who had come in here to visit me agreed to help me again. Yeah , a 30 year old woman going back to her dad to learn cycling. He went out of his way got the bicycle for me as I worked through my clinical shifts. He saw me wobble down on the first step a couple of times and offered

  I struggled to a complete my ALS bit more than ACLS. "ACLS was a cakewalk , why are you struggling here? "Voice in my head kept playing.My mind was a bit more confused . I wondered why my flow was not smooth. We were allotted mentors during the session , they took some time out to practice with me separately where I realised I was mixing subtle things from ACLS with ALS. The defibrillation steps, some of the management. The defibrillator we used back in India was different and the safety issues there were different. Despite having cleared MRCEM OSCE where you do ALS , this was different.Probably because it was appropriate in that setting and the machinery there was familiar. Reflecting from it I realised that my mind was UNLEARNING and RELEARNING. There were times where there was a shortcircuit and fireworks. There is no perfect way of doing things, its what works as per your situation and setting. So far so much!