This was a hard week on the surgical ward. We lost a patient last weekend, and although I was introduced to his case later in his course of therapy and had limited interactions with him, his passing has complicated the narrative I have always told myself about medicine and my career as a physician. In... Continue Reading →
Resiliency in Medicine, Part 1: Enduring medical school while a loved one is sick.
Medical school is hard, I think that's been fairly well-established. So when I started my first year of medical school, I was fully expecting late nights, jam-packed days, and based on the nearly universal analogy, I was expecting to be "drinking from a fire hydrant" for the next 4+ years. To some extent, those of... Continue Reading →
Control and Comparison: Thoughts from a Recovering A-type Medical Student
This summer passed quickly and quietly, and we came back to medical school far less enthusiastically than we did last year. Within days of starting, second year proved to be a bizarre coalescence of didactic monotony, quasi-clinical applications, anxiety-provoking spiels about board exam preparation, and discussions of rotations that are just close enough to excite... Continue Reading →