Year 1: That’s all folks!
When I thought to myself today, “Year 1 of medical school is done!” this familiar cartoon song immediately came to mind:
The Looney Tunes reference seems appropriate in more ways than one. Being in medical school certainly seems crazy at times. I had a successful career in publishing, and I’ve given that up to go back to the bottom of the professional ladder, to live on student loans in a dorm, to spend most of my recent hours at my desk studying and most of my future ones (for a time, at least) in the hospital. Why would anyone do that? Well, it could be that I belong in a Looney Tunes cartoon along with crazy Bugs Bunny and the bunch. Or it could be that I know this is exactly what I want to be doing with my life, and I’m willing to do whatever is necessary to make it happen. (I’m going with the latter, in case you were wondering.)
The cartoon reference also reminds me how important it is to laugh. This last year has been a challenging one. I’ve had to learn to study in a new way, to process more information than I ever thought possible. I’ve had to adjust to a new city far from my family and friends. That can take its toll. Remembering to have balance in my life — to eat well, to exercise, to spend time with people I love, to sleep in on the weekends, and to laugh — has kept me going.
Thanks to all of you who have helped keep me going this year. You are dear to me, and I love you very much.
And now, on to year 2 …
I have two photos to share. First, the bottle of brut cava I just bought to put in my refrigerator for tomorrow. Not that I need an excuse to drink bubbly, but this is for a momentous occasion—to mark the end of my first year of medical school. I’m not quite there yet; I’ll be done in 24 hours. With all the hurdles I’ve have had to overcome to get here, finally finishing my first year—not only intact, but truly thriving—is surreal.
The other photo, and another reason to celebrate: in February of 2017, I will begin my medical “clerkships.” This is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. They send us out of the classroom and into the hospital to work with real patients (*gulp*). This photo is of my clerkships schedule, which I received yesterday. This will be my life, from February of 2017 to January of 2018: OB/GYN (6 weeks) → Primary care (6 weeks) → Psychiatry (6 weeks) → Surgery (8 weeks) → Anesthesiology (2 weeks) → Open elective time (2 weeks) → Neurology (4 weeks) → Internal Medicine (8 weeks) → Pediatrics (6 weeks).
Upenuf: It’s an apropos street name for the hilly roads surrounding San Francisco. It’s also an apropos phrase for my life. The months since starting medical school last August have felt very much like an uphill climb. Thankfully, just as I was muttering “upenuf” to myself, we got a week off for spring break. I headed to San Francisco to visit my middle sister, Sarah. What a magical few days! We visited a winery, hiked on the hilly paths of Pacifica, waded in the frigid ocean, walked among the redwoods of Muir Forest, and gazed up (and then down) at the Golden Gate Bridge. We also drank a fair amount of prosecco while eating goat cheese and crackers. I feel rested, relaxed, rejuvenated, and ready for the last push to finish my first year of medical school. Onward … and upward.
Rembrandt’s facelift. You might be familiar with this famous painting, called the “Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp.” Painted in 1632, it depicts the rare (for the 17th century) event of an autopsy. According to Wikipedia, these were social events with an admission fee. You’re likely not, however, familiar with the photoshopped version of the Rembrandt masterpiece, seen below:
I looked it up. And according (again) to Wikipedia, it can take a couple forms. In animals, it often involves inserting a tube into the esophagus or stomach, therefore allowing anything that has been swallowed to leak out (and not be digested). Humans probably wouldn’t like that, though. So with people, here is what they do (this is still gross): you smell, taste, and chew the food, finally spitting it out rather than swallowing it. Now I know. And so do you.
To say the least. Also in our cardiology unit, there was a lecture on thrombosis—known more simply as clotting. Aspirin is something many people take to help prevent clots. But when you’ve got a big one already? Bad news. When this slide of a giant (and potentially fatal) clot came up on the big screen, I just had to jot down what the lecturer said: “At this point, aspirin is not going to help you.”
That’s just gross. We’re almost done with our pulmonology unit now. One thing we talked a lot about was pneumonia. Realize that pneumonia can be caused by a lot of different bugs. When a particular organism called Klebsiella pneumoniae causes pneumonia, the patient may hack up what’s called “currant jelly sputum”—bloody mucus. Don’t ask how I found this picture. But I did. Someone clearly has way too much time on their hands.
Friends and colleagues from my former life as a journalist may recognize this notebook as the junior version of the spiral pads we used while employed at the Wednesday Journal, Inc. I discovered it while searching for a notebook that would fit in the pocket of my white coat. This fits the bill without running up the tab—$14.50 for a pack of 12 on Amazon.com. What is a medical history but a specific type of interview? So what better type of notebook to use than one made for a reporter? Just seeing it brings back lots of memories too …