I really want to capture the small wonderful bits of med life. One day I'll look back on this and laugh.
Everyone at uni is slightly hyperactive, manic and basically a little on edge. Friends can be snappy and those who never ever get stressed say things like 'Ahhhh I'm just so stressed', just to fit in with the mood. Exams are looming and so the atmosphere is tense with electricity like the sky before a storm.
Conversations have therefore become a little weird. One lunch break was spent discussing what type of cell we'd be- any cell in the human body. I said a neuron as I'd always be excited. Guys tended to say sperm or macrophages as it'd mean they could go on adventures and eat lots of stuff (even though it's mainly rubbish and germs). My favourite though was the student who wanted to be a cancer cell- as they are immortal (if not treated).
Despite they craziness of this pre exam rush- I've taken today off from study!!! Since starting med in January I've only had 6 full days off (including today). I'm beginning to think that so much study is a little counter productive. Hopefully the day off will end in amazing study tomorrow and on the weekend. Today was a little special as I got to be a teddy bear doctor. 8 first year and 3 second year students went to a primary school to treat around 60 teddy bears. We walked in wearing our white lab coats with our stethoscopes around our necks. It was amazing have kids scream excitedly 'look at all the doctors, doctors, real doctors' and then the teachers gently correct 'teddy bear doctors'. Seeing 60 patients in 2 hours was exhausting (even though we only did around 6 each). It was amazing how many teddies had sore tummies or broken legs. The camel with the four broken legs and broken tail who got hit by a car was my favourite. To help kids overcome their fear of doctors we tried to involve them in the treatment. This kid was quite pleased to inject antibiotics into the poor camel. At least 20 injections were given.
Last night I went to a dinner with 20ish female med students and three female surgeons. The food was delicious, but I was more excited to be sitting next to a colorectal surgeon. She said earlier that day in theatre poo had got everywhere- but she'd managed to squeeze in a shower before dining with us. It was nice to hear that surgery is a very real option for females and that being enthusiastic is the key to being remembered by consultants and being given opportunities. It was also interesting to hear that surgeons are generally not allowed to operate for the rest of the day, if they lose a patient on the table. Finally girls can be surgeons and have kids- they just need to have a nanny and possibly a cleaner and maybe even a cook.
Each week I talk a little about something I learnt that is medical and something that is not. Why do I always go through a crazy stressed period where I think I'm going to fail? Yet I never do. I march around telling everyone, including myself, that there is no hope. It makes me miserable. This year I'm going to try and break this stupid habit. I know I use it a little like sharks use blood- it razes me up into a study frenzy. It's not worth it though and others shouldn't have to put up with it either.
This week we studied the male urinary system. I'm not going to discuss it too much here. I know I have to have frank discussions about such things with patients- but it's not normal to do so with my non-med friends or family (well not in a blog anyway). It was pretty funny though to be reading my lecture notes on the train- to suddenly realise that all the school girls were giggling! I forgot that the lecturers like to include lots of photos.
I love medicine- it's full of funny moments.
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