the first day...
today was the first day of orientation!!!
and despite the fact that it wasn't much more than a whole lot of administrative info transfer, it was quite exciting... it's a bit surprising how little things like an official nametag or warm welcomes from some of the more notable members of the community (those people who only a few months ago held your very professional fate in the palms of their hands) can make you feel like you're on your way to becoming a physician... i can't imagine how giddy i'll be when i pick up my first stethoscope... my head might explode...
anyway, i should say (in case they're reading this--no, i really mean what i'm about to say) that i rather like my class--it's small, but really full of interesting people and for it's size, the diversity is pretty amazing... it'll be interesting getting to know them over the years... i feel like i've come as far as anyone else, although there are some notable exceptions.
the highlight of the day (other than finally getting insurance coverage again--i've been fearing some sort of ironic personal bankruptcy inducing accident during the last few weeks of having no coverage) was having a distinguished physician, dr. posterior who trained with one Man's Clinic's founding personalities, Dr. Bill. this guy was absolutely hilarious. his presentation about the mission of the clinic and his anecdotes about the exceptional nature of the clinic and how its ideals were derived from the founders were just the sort of inspiring things a med student wants to hear on their very first day of training... it was great...
having just finished kidder's mountains beyond mountains about dr. farmer and his work with PIH last night (which i thought was a particularly fitting for me for the night that b.m.s. time was coming to an end), some of dr. posterior's stories i thought were really interesting, and i'm recording these anecdotes here mostly for my own memory. as a resident, dr. posterior trained for three months with dr. bill, and his role was mostly that of a personal assistant. one of his main tasks was to provide dr. bill with patients--and dr. bill only wanted to see "the sickest and the poorest patients," so dr. posterior had to get up everyday a four a.m. to check all of the hospitals to find these patients. for one particular patient--a farmer in his mid-50's suffering from severe cardiovascular disease--dr. bill sat and spoke with him, and after he was done, he pulled four hundred dollars out of his wallet and had a private room arrange and an old-skool air conditioner... ice in a bath tub with fans blowing over it...
anyway, i had struggled over this decision to come here, and after today, i really feel that i've made the right decision... i think it'll be tough out here, and school will be hard, but i think it'll be, as the dean put it this morning, a "positive and life changing experience..."
scatch one day of training... actually, it can't really count... not until anatomy starts on friday--then we're really underway...
oh, what the heck, one day down... seven, nine, twelve? more years to go....
and despite the fact that it wasn't much more than a whole lot of administrative info transfer, it was quite exciting... it's a bit surprising how little things like an official nametag or warm welcomes from some of the more notable members of the community (those people who only a few months ago held your very professional fate in the palms of their hands) can make you feel like you're on your way to becoming a physician... i can't imagine how giddy i'll be when i pick up my first stethoscope... my head might explode...
anyway, i should say (in case they're reading this--no, i really mean what i'm about to say) that i rather like my class--it's small, but really full of interesting people and for it's size, the diversity is pretty amazing... it'll be interesting getting to know them over the years... i feel like i've come as far as anyone else, although there are some notable exceptions.
the highlight of the day (other than finally getting insurance coverage again--i've been fearing some sort of ironic personal bankruptcy inducing accident during the last few weeks of having no coverage) was having a distinguished physician, dr. posterior who trained with one Man's Clinic's founding personalities, Dr. Bill. this guy was absolutely hilarious. his presentation about the mission of the clinic and his anecdotes about the exceptional nature of the clinic and how its ideals were derived from the founders were just the sort of inspiring things a med student wants to hear on their very first day of training... it was great...
having just finished kidder's mountains beyond mountains about dr. farmer and his work with PIH last night (which i thought was a particularly fitting for me for the night that b.m.s. time was coming to an end), some of dr. posterior's stories i thought were really interesting, and i'm recording these anecdotes here mostly for my own memory. as a resident, dr. posterior trained for three months with dr. bill, and his role was mostly that of a personal assistant. one of his main tasks was to provide dr. bill with patients--and dr. bill only wanted to see "the sickest and the poorest patients," so dr. posterior had to get up everyday a four a.m. to check all of the hospitals to find these patients. for one particular patient--a farmer in his mid-50's suffering from severe cardiovascular disease--dr. bill sat and spoke with him, and after he was done, he pulled four hundred dollars out of his wallet and had a private room arrange and an old-skool air conditioner... ice in a bath tub with fans blowing over it...
anyway, i had struggled over this decision to come here, and after today, i really feel that i've made the right decision... i think it'll be tough out here, and school will be hard, but i think it'll be, as the dean put it this morning, a "positive and life changing experience..."
scatch one day of training... actually, it can't really count... not until anatomy starts on friday--then we're really underway...
oh, what the heck, one day down... seven, nine, twelve? more years to go....
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