Halloween DIY

So, this year we got crafty for Halloween. I’ll not lie, Halloween isn’t a major holiday in our household. I don’t really do parties and I studied through the last couple, but given that I’ve been home for an OBs elective, it seemed like a good time to try out our crafting skills. Thus, I…

Post burnout thoughts

So, third year Med school kicked my a**. No use mincing words. I came out of my 5 weeks at the second hospital for Internal in a mentally and emotionally exhausted place. I was stuck in a thought spiral about getting old and dying, of loosing the people I loved to illnesses like the ones…

The Thirteen Core Commandments

So, a new crop of core clerks (third year clerks) are about to start, or perhaps have started already. And if you’re reading this post, you might be one of those clerks making the exciting and scary transition from classroom to hospital.  So, in that vein, from my jaded perspective of a CC4 (passed all…

Wellness

I’ve been in a funk, lately.  Or at least, that’s what I’ve been calling it. It’s a kinder word than ‘depression.’ Though honestly, I don’t think I meet the criteria for depression.  I just…haven’t been feeling well. Mentally well, physically well. I find myself one week away from the end of third year, and sometimes…

Dragging on

So, I’m 5 weeks away from being done with core clerkship, and I can’t decide if this year was the longest or the shortest of my life. Honestly, I think it might have been both. Because don’t get me wrong, this year has been long. Last week I was at the hospital for 85 hours….

Dear Zachary

A couple of weeks ago, during consult psych rounds, in the middle of a discussion on when psychiatrists had a duty to report mental illnesses in other medical professionals – a very interesting conversation, I should mention – one of my preceptors mentioned that she’d been a classmate of “that murder suicide.” Now, I’m not…

Psychiatry 

There’s this memory I’ve found stuck in my head lately. I’m 18, 19, perhaps 20. I’ve been let into a locked ward at a mental hospital, still in my work clothes; a skirt I’d never wear now, all long cotton pleats and a yellow and black and white geometric patterned shirt I think I might…

Post OBs NBME

So, I hate the NBME. I think I’ve mentioned it once or twice, but it bears repeating; I loathe the NBME. I think it’s an exhausting, terrible exam. After my peds NBME I was so physically depleated that I was unable to finish my brunch and had to lay down and sleep. And that was…

Do what you love

People come into medical school one of two ways; they’ve got some type of medicine they think they really want to practice and med school is either going to prove them right or wrong, or they come in having no idea and are there to figure it out. I’m in the former group.  Picture this;…

The sick patient

Family medicine clinic is somewhat…buffering, as clerk. It’s certainly not as safe as when you are truly an inexperienced first or second year – the understood observer – but still, there is an aspect of safety to it all. The doctor takes the patients with the scary conditions; the cancer diagnosis, the manic depressive having…