I’m constantly wondering–if I had all the time for cramming physiology and pharmacology and pathology, wouldn’t I know everything? Pass every test? Be the best future doctor ever?? Continue reading
Says my mom. This during another lengthy debate concerning the pros and cons of becoming one. And since registration for second year isn’t a declaration of marriage, I’ve flirted a bit with various career options in the medical field.
My first go around was this spring. Lilacs a’ bloomin’ and sun a’ shinin’ and a PhD a’ smilin’. What’s so alluring about the whole gig? I pictured falling in love with…
-No STEP or shelf exams
-Making science happen
-Finding the cure for cancer
-Analyzing data from home (it’s a no-no to bring your patients home)
-Writing Dr. on checks and what not
Seems [oxy-]moronic, but whether you’re into jet setting or maybe something quaint, oh, say like having a family, you should meet a few of the new friends I’ve made this summer:
This pediatrician grew up and attended medical school in Kenya. After residency and a mandatory year in something akin to the Peace Corps, Michigan seemed like the place to be. Her clinical work became so boring that she went for an MPH and ended up researching pediatric obesity. Currently, two days are spent running a healthy weight clinic at a major hospital while the other three days with data analysis, papers, lectures.
She chooses to work 3 twelve hour shifts. At night. Supposedly, never misses a bit of her children’s lives.