Who said first days aren't always a mess?!

My first shift at Charité started at 06:45 sharp, the corridors already humming with the low chaos of morning rounds when I stepped through the staff entrance wearing fresh scrubs that still smelled faintly of hospital laundry.

Something in me wanted to miss the cool air con while I do nothing in London, but something else but too excited to start work. To do what my mind and soul had always wanted to do. Help people.

The smell hit me immediately; antiseptic, coffee from the break room, the metallic tang of medical equipment - and for a second it felt like stepping...