Been a while – internal med can be a long, 8-week slog sometimes. And summing it all up may be even more difficult.
This post has a bit of pathos infused in it. After all, my classmates and I have been working year-round to be able to add that “4” to our signatures (already made that mistake 5 or 6 times today…). I’ve only had a week off since Christmas and I’m really feeling the fatigue at this point. Hell, it was a mental battle just to prep myself for writing this. (Also I’m procrastinating – don’t really feel like memorizing toxin antidotes at the moment.)
But what kind of pseudo-blogger would I be without a little suffering? A little (or a lot) of angst? I’m even writing from an uncomfortable old wooden chair, sweating in the BC interior’s heat wave.
Irrelevant, I know. The blog must go on.
Pallor. Fatigue. Decreased exercise tolerance. light-headedness. Orthostatic symptoms. Young female.
What does that spell?
I mean, it seems awfully obvious in retrospect (and doesn’t everything?). But this has probably been going on for ages. Was always a pale kid, didn’t spend much time outside, and was constantly praised for my paper-white skin (“You’ll never get wrinkles!” “You’ll never get skin cancer!”). I was never totally athletic, though I’ve picked up running (very, very light running, mind you) over the last few years and when I started to get light-headed or began puffing like crazy over the last few months, I was told I should probably work out more. Probably deconditioned.
Not so much, apparently.
And here we are again – another rotation, another roundup.
There were a few moments when I thought I’d never get to write this (only a few, thank goodness), but every med student dreads gen surg and every student gets through it just fine. And I certainly can’t pretend to have suffered more than most. In fact, I had a lot of fun most of the time.
But you’re not really interested in my pre-review rambles and feelings. You’re here for the dirt.
So let’s go dirt-diving.
So it’s a cliché title. Do somethin’ ’bout it.
This is going to be a different kind of post. No rant today, no funny lists, no life-altering, pseudo-philosophical ramblings. And especially no terrible poetry. Just a post inspired by quiet afternoons and summer lightning.
I must admit, the title’s a bit misleading. What I really mean to explore today is 10 things that white, tall, geeky, neurotic, med student girls like.
We’re a special breed, the MSWNTGs (pronounced “Miss Wanting’s”). We’re few and far between, like the occasional star sapphire amongst a pile of rubies. We’re wanting in the glitter and lustre department, unlike so many of our fellows… but if you catch us at just the right angle, we seem to glow from the inside-out.
So without further ado, the stuff that makes us glow: stuff geeky, white girls like.
After I totally said I wouldn’t copy + paste from a Patient-Centered Care class assignment.
It’s basically a reminiscing over the past near-two years, what’s happened, how I’ve changed… it seems a bit early for this, seeing as we’ve still got another 4+ weeks of class to go, but now with all this comprehensive exam studying… makes you think a bit.