negligence is a misdemeanor
This is our 13th week of medical school. I've stopped thinking about it in terms of my 13th week, because we really are ALL sunk deeply into debt and socially isolated and overwhelmed. (DO NOT call me on the oxymoron being socially isolated together - i promise you it's possible.)It's monday afternoon, so grades from the last massive test - thursday, all subjects on one four-hour test - are scheduled to arrive...now. But they won't. Not for another two days.
My laptop broke recently and was out of commission one way or another for three weeks. I didn't realize how dependent I was on it until then. Productivity initially soared, but then I realized that some days the only reason I get out of bed is to check my email and go from there. It's back and everything is mended.
Today they brought in a standardized patient for us to interview. The gimmick for this one was that she was an adolescent of 16. My small group snickered (nicely) when it was time for me to interview. I DID A TERRIBLE JOB OF INTERVIEWING HER. She came in for a cough, cold, etc., but really wanted birth control. It wasn't that she wanted birth control, or that she was underage, it was that she was...adolescent. I feel like I was almost never that age. It wasn't impossible, and I never really plan to work in family medicine anyway, but seriously.
Despite the despondent tone of this email, things are fine. My grades are not up to scratch but god, the post-test party was fabulous.
But I need a sabbatical. I want a foreign country. I want to get lost on a train. Charleston is turning out great but I need an adventure!
My laptop broke recently and was out of commission one way or another for three weeks. I didn't realize how dependent I was on it until then. Productivity initially soared, but then I realized that some days the only reason I get out of bed is to check my email and go from there. It's back and everything is mended.
Today they brought in a standardized patient for us to interview. The gimmick for this one was that she was an adolescent of 16. My small group snickered (nicely) when it was time for me to interview. I DID A TERRIBLE JOB OF INTERVIEWING HER. She came in for a cough, cold, etc., but really wanted birth control. It wasn't that she wanted birth control, or that she was underage, it was that she was...adolescent. I feel like I was almost never that age. It wasn't impossible, and I never really plan to work in family medicine anyway, but seriously.
Despite the despondent tone of this email, things are fine. My grades are not up to scratch but god, the post-test party was fabulous.
But I need a sabbatical. I want a foreign country. I want to get lost on a train. Charleston is turning out great but I need an adventure!