I’m in the process of catching up on posts – I say “process.” What I mean is “harrowing task.”
I keed, I keed. Got a few things on my plate at the moment, not the least of which is waiting for interview offers from CaRMS, and not the greatest is trying to record some stuff for my annual disc.
But carry on my wayward son, and whatnot.
If you’ll recall, I was in Halifax a few months ago for a 3-week elective in physiatry and a proper debrief is a little overdue. Halifax is a drop-dead gorgeous city and I couldn’t be more blessed to spend a few weeks there, soaking it all up. The weather was lovely for the first week… then deteriorated rather rapidly as late fall turned to early winter. Who knew rain could fall horizontally?
My class was recently asked to write a short piece on how a patient encounter has changed how we’ll practice medicine someday. We had a couple of different topics, but one resonanted with me – “Reflect an instance where a patient has brought you a new understanding of how disease impacts patients’ everyday lives.”
At first, I’d thought of writing something rather pedestrian – how someone with diabetic foot has to keep track of their foot health, how someone with a C-spine injury deals with everyday activities like eating or dressing… Don’t get me wrong, I’m not minimizing daily challenges like those, they just seemed to be what the question was leading towards.
Then I thought of a lady I’d met. She really did change how I viewed both myself as a healer and my patient as a partner and teacher. I’ve rewritten my response below – and if you steal material from it to complete your assignment, God help me, I WILL SET MY NINJAS ON YOU.