I practiced good medicine today. It wasn’t to impress the attending. It wasn’t to give community medicine a good name. I ran around filling out Medicaid applications–for the patient. Continue reading
I have all these brothers and sisters around me. None of them ever turned to drugs. Why am I the only one who turned to drugs? Why me?
–Patient from Afternoon Clinic
Helping birth life into this world, I have felt hot and cold and more emotions than humanly possible. Excitement with the first time mom swings to despair for the preterm demise back to the thrill of delivery. The up-down’s of waiting and watching, watching and waiting. Continue reading
First day of patient interaction finally arrived. After a week of third year orientation, a week of medicine orientation, and one day of hospice orientation, I am alert and oriented x3. Seeing actual people makes all that studying worth the past two years of my life. Continue reading
725,000 PSI and 2,200°F–the stuff it takes to make diamonds. Like some hyperbaric chamber under a blazing summer sun, med school has me squished. And I’m starting to sweat not glimmer. Continue reading
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
Our eyes met across the med school lobby, the sunshine pouring in all around. Though we’d never met, it felt as if we’d known each other since the halcyon days of biochem. He turned his shoulders toward mine. I stared back. To the thud-thud-thud of my heart, he approached.
Here tests, there classes. Everywhere thoughts, nowhere patients.
Does anyone feel the strain of being wonderfully alive and woefully human? Continue reading