How to Skip Ahead

Getting past my schedule for the next 6 years of med school life is pretty hard to do. But, this weekend, I’ve managed to beat the lines, get the DL, and seize the day. I hope you take time to:

1. Get your patients early.

There are physicians that fly through their same-day surgeries. Once I have people to the holding room in an appropriately early fashion, I can kick back. It’s a trend that’s worth keeping for my second year studies. Get things done before they’re due!

2. Read book 3 before you’ve started book 2.

At work, Hunger Games was the big topic. And so I asked why the second book had this disjointed approach. How was there some explosion left unexplained? What was so bad that they going after President Snow?

That’s when the awsomest, sweetest holding room nurse ever interjected, “Stop reading!” I had nearly finished the third part of the series!!! All by piecing together much of the second book’s plot… which I hadn’t read. But hey, if you’re a smart cookie, sometimes reading ahead will help understand what you missed.

3. Eat ice cream for lunch.

While in ATL visiting the long distance BF, I came across an ad for this ice cream fun day in a park along with family-oriented physical activities. Three of my favorite things–running around, SigO, frozen deliciousness. In one place.

Mmmm!

Mmmm!

Dearest medical school friends, last year, I would take mini-vacations and skip class to visit people in Detroit or Boston or wherever. (Online lecture studying occurred for sure.) But have a wonderful break before med schools say you should.

P.S. unless you’re enrolled in a compressed medical school program, there’s no true skipping ahead. And, like one wise OB/GYN told me, you wouldn’t want to. Our conversation began as his last case finished:

Doc: what year are you in school?

Me: just finished my first year… unfortunately.

Doc: You mean fortunately!?! The further you go along the more responsibilities you have. 

Me: [frowny face]

Doc: Your excuse this past case and for a long time will be “I’m a second year.”

Me: [Mind blown because I had forgotten where the cervix was and everything else down there during the surgery] So true. 

That’s why I am pumped to be going into and staying in my second year for as long as the system has me scheduled.

Let the Medicine Games Begin

What if medicine was like the Hunger Games? I just devoured the first book yesterday and can’t stop imagining all the sub specialties as tributes within hospital battle grounds.

You’d have the Careers–the cardiologists, orthopods, and neurosurgeons–all with the latest gadgets and training. (They’re making fistfuls of money like the Careers taking over the food stock.) That clever Foxface would be the dermatologist with her sneaky reimbursement ways. Next comes dear, little Rue. She’d be your soft-spoken psychiatrist friend, applying tonics and tinctures against burn out and depression. But then she’d get speared… forcing you to retaliate by killing that hoity-toity surgeon.

And you’re the riffraff from district 12. Yeah, you’re in primary care sharing the few, precious resources with the patients you love. Sometimes not even enough for yourself. To survive, you hunt down wild, rabid insurance companies through the forest of employee-covered health insurance while praying for medical supply company sponsorship. And every file-note-click step is tracked by the all-seeing Gamemakers. But who are they to make up new rules and healthcare overhauls?

That’s when you realize that the only way to come out alive is to love what you do. It’s not enough to wear the latest gear or eat all alone like a king or please the crowds. You grab that bow and arrow and rise up to your primary care calling. You take no lives and keep your own. Bring it on, you say to the juggernaut that is healthcare. You’re a girl on fire.

Me when I tell people that I am really considering pediatrics.