Posts tagged fourth year

That’s not First Aid.

Lately, my checklist for residency has been growing with more and more items. The most recent  addition is ACLS and BLS training. Thankfully I have done these courses before so at most, a recertification is all that will be required.

Giving a Research Presentation to Faculty

…and getting blindsided by some questions I had not thought of.

Mailbag: Post-CaRMS

A second batch of questions from my inbox. My apologies to those who waited and are still waiting.

Map of Vaccine-Preventable Outbreaks

The Global Health Program at the Council on Foreign Relations has been tracking news reports since 2008 to produce an interactive map that plots global outbreaks of diseases that are easily prevented by inexpensive and effective vaccines. These diseases include measles, mumps, whooping cough, polio, and rubella.

Today…

…is my last clinical day of medical school.

…is my last day seeing patients before residency.

…is my last day introducing myself to patients as a medical student.

Though I still have a month plus change of classes before school is officially over, I am both excited and terrified of what is to come.

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Sushi Night.
It was the end of a very long day. We had skipped lunch to catch up on our patient load and I was famished. I hopped into my car and proceeded to the nearest restaurant I could find, a sushi joint.
I made a beeline for the take out section and found what I was looking for: a party platter. 
"Do you need chopsticks to go?" asked the cashier.
"Yes, please."
"How many sets?" I paused and pondered. Should I be honest? Just say one? No, I will look like a pig. Just lie to not look desperate.
"Um…four."
She started packing my purchase for my supposed night of fun and games with friends.
Nay, there would be no such thing. Just a stack of study books, sushi, and four sets of chopsticks. 

Sushi Night.

It was the end of a very long day. We had skipped lunch to catch up on our patient load and I was famished. I hopped into my car and proceeded to the nearest restaurant I could find, a sushi joint.

I made a beeline for the take out section and found what I was looking for: a party platter. 

"Do you need chopsticks to go?" asked the cashier.

"Yes, please."

"How many sets?" I paused and pondered. Should I be honest? Just say one? No, I will look like a pig. Just lie to not look desperate.

"Um…four."

She started packing my purchase for my supposed night of fun and games with friends.

Nay, there would be no such thing. Just a stack of study books, sushi, and four sets of chopsticks. 

Post-CaRMS Sentiments.
I have had the pleasure of meeting a number of my classmates while on rotation. We discussed not just our match results but also how our respective electives were going. With the anxiety and tension of CaRMS gone, the sentiment has been universal: boredom.
To be fair the learning on service is impeccable and the opportunities great. But having reached the climactic finish we have worked towards for the better part of year, there is now the slow creep of impatience. The effect is only compounded if one is not on a service they have matched to.
"Are we there yet?"
74 days until graduation.

Post-CaRMS Sentiments.

I have had the pleasure of meeting a number of my classmates while on rotation. We discussed not just our match results but also how our respective electives were going. With the anxiety and tension of CaRMS gone, the sentiment has been universal: boredom.

To be fair the learning on service is impeccable and the opportunities great. But having reached the climactic finish we have worked towards for the better part of year, there is now the slow creep of impatience. The effect is only compounded if one is not on a service they have matched to.

"Are we there yet?"

74 days until graduation.

Cannot Sleep

I have quiet time on call and I cannot bring myself to sleep. I feel like a zombie.

Pre-Match Jitters

Sitting in the deafening silence of the call lounge with nothing but my thoughts to occupy me, I wait. My phone has yet to buzz with the tease of a new consult. My mind races about tomorrow’s match results.

Did I make the right choices? Will I match? What will happen if I do not?

Tonight will be the longest call shift of my life.

Regular Customer. 

I walked into the busy Starbucks within the hospital to make my order. It had been a rather sleepless night before. As I made eye contact with the barista at the counter, I had barely opened my mouth before she cut me short. 

"A tall Americano with room, Tom?" 

I was taken aback. Not only did she remember my name, she remembered my order. 

"Um…yes, that’s right," I said, surprised. She quickly had my order ready. The entire process was seamless. While slick, it highlighted something about my routines. 

There is no better gauge that I come to Starbucks too often than when orders happen before I even speak.

Regular Customer.

I walked into the busy Starbucks within the hospital to make my order. It had been a rather sleepless night before. As I made eye contact with the barista at the counter, I had barely opened my mouth before she cut me short.

"A tall Americano with room, Tom?"

I was taken aback. Not only did she remember my name, she remembered my order.

"Um…yes, that’s right," I said, surprised. She quickly had my order ready. The entire process was seamless. While slick, it highlighted something about my routines.

There is no better gauge that I come to Starbucks too often than when orders happen before I even speak.