time to move on

last month as a house officer and I am getting thoroughly bored of my job now. Did my first sucessful lumbar puncture this afternoon. Nice clear cerebrospinal fluid dripping out of the hollow needle and into sterile pots ready to send to Oxford. Spilled a little on my trousers. (this is why i always use Bio detergent!) "Ok, it's all done. How are you doing?" The patient replies in the affirmative. "You might get a headache, so we usually say to lie down for the next 4 hours. We'll tell you as soon as we get any results." "Thank-you, doctor."
Saw a lady with haematemesis (vomiting large volumes of part-digested blood) and aspiration (having some of it go down her lung) yesterday when on call. Knew what to do and went through all the motions without really having to think. (Even the talking to the patient and empathising with distraught relatives is second nature. If only dinnertable conversation were this simple!) Organised tests for a patient to go onto the lung transplant waiting list. Wrote up some chlordiazepoxide for a patient withdrawing from alcohol, Piriton for a rash, blood gas then oxygen and salbutamol for a man in respiratory distress. Obtained permission from some grieving relatives for a post mortem on a man with cancer of unknown primary. We've had a load of moribund patients lately and as a result i've had to go to the mortuary a lot too. (it's right next to the canteen, so you drop by to see the corpses at lunchtime) It's all becoming routine. It's a drag to get out of bed in the mornings to do all this stuff all day. How can i be so bored with it all so soon? I'm looking forward to being a bit out of my depth again come August.