Could it be? Am I caught up on my roundups?
Three cheers for productivity!
It’s true, in the midst of the CaRMS interview madness, I have actually managed to finish my roundups, the second draft of my script, and most of my LEGO project. It’s been an awesome couple of days.
But I digress. The internal medicine of 4th year consists of a few weeks of selective time – i.e. choose what you’d like to do (in theory, anyway). I ended up on the cardiology service for a wonky couple of weeks, thanks to the post-Christmas scheduling. Which means I didn’t get to see dermatology, GI, endocrine, infectious diseases, etc., etc. But it was a great few weeks nonetheless! I spent a few days on CCU (coronary cardiac unit), a week on the wards, and a week on consult service. Each brought a slightly different flavour of cardiology, from the interventionalist to the internist to the consultant.
Do read on, avid follower.
Seeing as I have a few days to myself in the midst of CaRMS madness, it’s time to revive this dead blog, huzzah!
This was ages ago, but I did a few weeks in geriatrics that I should probably tell you about. Because that’s what I do. Update you all on my life. (Speaking of which, CaRMS post in the works soon as I catch up with my roundups!)
If you’ve never worked with the elderly population, you definitely should. As a general rule, time wears down the rough edges we acquire in the ups-and-downs of youth. Ergo these people are usually lovely, kind, and have a myriad of fascinating tales about their life. This isn’t always true, of course, but even those who are a bit pricklier usually have a good story to explain why that is.
Do enjoy this roundup.
This one’s gonna be brief.
6 weeks of various subspecialties is difficult to sum up. Especially since my experiences on otolaryngology, pediatric cardiac surgery, and orthopedic surgery were different from nearly everyone. For the non-med readers, there are a total of eight specialties that the med students are required to know about, but we only have the opportunity to see three. Studying the scope of 5 specialties that you don’t even glimpse as well as trying to absorb 3 you see every day is difficult to say the least.
But I wouldn’t be Atalanta if I didn’t attempt to entertain you for a few minutes. And by God, I need some entertaining, too. (Plus I may or may not be procrastinating from doing writing that actually needs doing.)
This one’s a bit belated – the CaRMS process has prevented me from getting ahead of my blogging stuff. A sardonic post regarding it is likely in the blog’s future.
(Not to mention I’ve been somewhat preoccupied with this BBC show a couple of people watch.)
But I digress. How are you? Enjoying this atrocious winter weather? It’s been so long, I can hardly remember what you look like. Or your name, if you happen to be one of my classmates. If I give you that searching, blank look when I see you in hospital, try not to judge me too harshly. I daresay you know what CaRMS does to the brain.
Ages ago, I did a rather brief, 2-week elective in Williams Lake, BC in ER medicine. For those who aren’t familiar with this little place, Williams Lake has a rather interestingly blended patient population of vacationers, tradespeople, and Native people from the surrounding areas. It’s built on forestry and a local mill, though its abundance in natural beauty and nearness to places like 100 Mile House, Horsefly, and Wells Gray Provincial park make it a popular spot for summer homes.
But how was the medicine itself, you ask? Cozy up and I’ll tell ya.
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.
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.