Today, I was given the opportunity to dictate on two patients for whom I had done initial consults ahead of the doctor.
"Have you ever dictated before?" I shook my head. It was one of the skills I was to develop over the course of this year. Not wanting to lose this chance, I offered to give the dictations a shot.
"She’s all yours. We all have to start somewhere," he agreed as he motioned me to the dictation room.
The phone sat on the desk. Stoic. Unflinching. Ready. I sat into the chair, fumbling through my notes and the patient charts as I tried to gather my thoughts.
I kind of address this topic in my page here as a general overview of experiences that are most commonly pursued. The activities I was engaged in include:
This is of course just one example. Everyone has their own story of how they got into medicine and what sort of experiences they had leading up to their application. For those of you out there who would like to share, you can leave a long-form addition in the comments below.
I did do a pelvic exam with a GTA and it was a very unique and very helpful experience. There were a couple of GTAs, and with them we went through various maneuvers and different exams, like the Pap smear and the bimanual. I really appreciated and respected their presence and willingness to go through those very private and intimate exams with us. The feedback from that experience was invaluable. Though we only went through the exams once, I definitely feel a little more comfortable with performing them now.
I went to the wards to follow a doctor for a few hours. Who, I did not know; no name had been provided to me on my schedule. I would have to ask the nurses for whoever was available.
Checking in at the desk early, the nurse pointed me to the head nurse, who quickly directed me to Dr. A who was sitting at his desk writing a note. He happily took me on but had to leave quickly to see a patient as I got ready for the shift to begin. As I sat waiting, I was spotted by Dr. B who, realizing why I was there, said that I would actually be following Dr. C, who had yet to arrive.
For the next few minutes, I found myself moving from one desk to the next as the nurses and doctors tried to figure out who I would be following: “Go there.” “Come back.” “You’re with me.” “Follow her.” “I’m free.”
In the end though, we figured out how I was going to work in the ward and with whom. And me? I just went with the flow. Hungry for an experience, I was happy to go with anyone.
"Here is your student, Dr. C."