Friday, January 11, 2013
After a day of frantic last minute goodbyes, I set off at 4am from the airport. I had forgotten that hour existed. Dubbo awaited…
Warm and friendly is an understatement for Dubbo. Flying over a patchwork quilt of varying shades of brown and red, I landed in the middle of a heat wave when a lot of the state of NSW was suffering from wild fires. The temperatures are in the 40s, with the expectation they will get higher this weekend. I had left behind my family and the green lush pastures of Willowbrook to work in a burning desert – this is not what the tourist brochures had shown!
Standing at the baggage carousel I wondered how I was going to get into town. “Excuse me”, I said to the lady next to me. “What is the best way for me to get into town - I need to go to the Base Hospital”. “Well, you could call a taxi, but we are going near there, so we can drop you off. My Name’s Coleen and this is my husband Barry”. And so it was that Coleen and Barry kindly dropped my from the airport to the doors of the ED, giving me a guided tour of Dubbo on the way.
The staff at the hospital are all very friendly. Still, I am filled with trepidation about taking my first real job as a specialist, running a Emergency Department, taking weekly teaching sessions for all the junior doctors, and becoming au fait with how the health service runs in a different county. There is no option but to embrace it all with fervour and hope for the best.
I have been given a lovely air conditioned 2 bedroom apartment and a new Nissan X-trail for my stay here. I spent the afternoon cleaning, rearranging the furniture, and stocking the cupboards with a few staples.
My job this week is to try to sort out an internet connection and cell phone. Not having a credit history in this country, and only having been with my current employer for ‘0 days’ was not what most of the telecom providers wanted to hear yesterday. We shall see whether they can step up to the same level of trust and kindness as Barry and Coleen.