My earliest memories take place in my daddy's oak panelled study.  Every night at bedtime, if he wasn't at work, or off with one of his many 'lady friends', the nanny was allowed to take me to see him and I'd curl up on his knee for a bedtime story.  Now these memories go back as far as me being 4 or 5, but not once did my bedtime story involve a Prince, or a Princess, a frog or three bears, which was just as well, because such crap would have bored me rigid.  Instead I was treated to tales from the hospital – the patients, the rare medical conditions, the ground breaking surgery.  And I bloody loved it.  My daddy wasn't just my daddy – he was a doctor, and, if I'm honest, to me he was even more than that.  My daddy was God.<br/><br/>And today, on the first real day of my Residency Programme at Hornell Hospital, as I pour yet another cup of disgusting machine coffee down my throat in the hope of staying awake (last night was a late one – I stayed up reading the Staff Handbook they gave us at orientation from cover to cover) those stories come back to me, and as I mentally search through them, each one being as it is, catalogued in my mind, I realise there were a few tiny details my daddy forgot to share with me.<br/><br/>One, you will be forced to dress in orange scrubs that will clash with your 'strawberry blonde' hair.  Two, your breasts will be stared at by other new Residents who are keen to bed you.  Three, you will only be given the most boring and mundane tasks to do, except for if – and here comes number four, the Doctor known as your “Mentor” also takes a liking to your breasts and therefore decides that you, and them, are his new teachers pet(s).<br/><br/>I shouldn't complain.  Number four is why I spent this afternoon in theatre while my fellow Residents were sorting paper clips into groups according to colour.  At least I assume its down to number four, although it could just be because daddy is on the hospital Board.  Either way, I'm not complaining - ogling and orange scrubs aside, I think I'm going to like it here.