tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28687803622577610462024-03-13T05:54:20.187+00:00Trying to be a medical studentHello, I was trying to be a medical student. I took the scenic route to becoming a doctor.
I blogged my experiences, struggles, and how I was a little bit scared of people, and other stuff.
My sister said I was "trying to be a doctor" when she meant "training to be a doctor". We found it funny but it comes back to haunt me.
I'm no longer a student, I blog at www.tryingtobeajuniordoctor.blogspot.com - Join me there!
But I'm mostly on Twitter - @TryingtobeaDrTTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-85992896648841616922012-07-17T11:33:00.001+01:002012-07-17T11:39:53.810+01:00Erm... that's Dr TTBAMS, actually...It's true, I have finally done it. Dr TTBAMS at your service.<br />
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After five long years of medicine and two years of "extra", I have at last passed everything and am legally permitted to call myself doctor. Oh, and look after patients, under supervision.<br />
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People keep asking what I've done to celebrate, and although fizz bottles were waved around (my sister and I shared a tiny bottle of pink cava on a bus, and the other half produced a bottle of proper fizz and a bottle of French kids' fizz, which is the lovely non-alcoholic fruit juice version, wish they sold it here) I have done very little. I don't feel particularly celebratory - my main response was "well thank goodness for that". At least I don't have to go through that ordeal again. "That ordeal" can be either final year or the entirety of medschool, depending on how exhausted I'm feeling at the time. <br />
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Honestly, I am just so glad it's over. I have been thanking the <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/i-get-by-with-little-help.html" target="_blank">friends </a>who got me through that last exam, and the other half for getting me through the whole thing, but I haven't really reflected on my achievements. One day, when I recovered from the relief enough to actually think about it, but not yet.<br />
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Maybe that's partly because the celebration is tinged with trepidation and nerves in the "OMG now I actually have to go and be a doctor and have responsibility for people" kind of way but I haven't been dwelling on that. I think gynaecology is a good place to start - there aren't too many life threatening mistakes that a junior can make. Don't miss an ectopic pregnancy (then someone actually could die and it be my fault), and if there's any risk that anyone has a lady-cancer, get a senior to check them out. I think starting in Accident & Emergency (or the Emergency Department, depending on the hospital) would be a lot more scary.<br />
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And so, non-existent reader, you may be wondering what's next for this blog - clearly the title doesn't fit any more. You can't try to be a medical student if you're already a a doctor. Or you'd be a bit odd if you did. I have it all planned, I will be moving to pastures new, or basically nextdoor, to www.tryingtobeajuniordoctor.blogspot.co.uk when the time comes that I actually am a junior doctor (i.e. next week). Please do join me there, and don't join me in my hospital, at least not in August - being ill in August is statistically not good for you*.<br />
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* I intend to find a reference for this at some point! In the meantime, don't test my claim!TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-4164549712579817192012-07-09T01:58:00.002+01:002012-07-09T02:03:33.883+01:00Leaving the wrong job....?For the last 5 years, I have had a vacation job during university holidays: I work in a museum. Not the small stuffy kind, the large, over a million visitors a year, amazing site, kind. It's had minor ups and downs over the lsat five years, but overall I have totally enjoyed it. I've been very lucky.<br />
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I went back to work there recently after many months away (final exams) and was struck by a number of positives in this job which don't exist in medicine. I should have blogged about it at the time, but perhaps writing now will jog my thinking.<br />
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I love how in this job there is a team spirit, sometimes it's us against the world/tourists/tour group leaders/supervisors/powers that be, and that can unite a team, and sometimes it's us generally putting effort into ensuring that tourists and customers have a memorable few hours at our site, together. As a student it's difficult to really be "involved" in any hospital team, but none of the teams I've had anything to do with have had a team spirit that I could sense from my position as a student at the edge of the team.<br />
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One thing that particularly struck me is the culture of respect. It's a big group of people so of course some people grate on others a little, but even so there is a sense that the staff respect each other. In particular, people respect the supervisors, but not just because they're supervisors, but because a) they're (mostly) good at their supervising, b) are nice people, and c) they respect us. In medicine it sometimes feels like the seniors are respected because they demand respect, not because they deserve it. It creates a very different culture. It's not a big deal, and it's only noticeable when you start to think about it, or when you've been working elsewhere that doesn't have such a culture.<br />
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Recently in the museum a slight change in the system was trialled, and the supervisor asked my group of assistants for our thoughts and feedback - the senior staff genuinely want to know what the "junior" staff, the people actually implementing the changes, think about it, and will take those comments on board. It's not often that I've seen seniors in medicine asking for juniors' thoughts and feedback, except in a grilling and knowledge-testing sense.<br />
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Even at the busiest and most stressful times, people are generally happy and still so willing to help each other out. Again, not always evident in medicine. But maybe the stress is different - in the museum stressful times means long queues, angry customers, obnoxious tour group leaders etc. In medicine stressful times can mean the weight of the responsibility for patient's lives, especially when the line between a patient living or dying starts to thin. Perhaps the difference is stress contexts explains the differences in atmosphere here.<br />
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A colleague, for whom this is also "just" a vacation job, asked me today if I don't find this job a bit menial, since I have a good degree and will be a highly qualified professional (clearly indicating he finds it menial for this reason). I first told him he needed a slap, then pointed out I have two good degrees! Just because I'll be a qualified professional, in a totally different area to this job, doesn't mean this job is beneath me. It has taught me a great many skills, such as: communicating across language barriers and cultural barriers, communicating with children, diplomacy and tact in customer service, particularly with difficult customers (which transfers to diplomacy and tact in dealing with patients, particularly "difficult patients"), conveying complicated information in a way the recipient will understand, and the ever-useful skills of voice projection and crowd control. None of these are medical skills, but all of them are likely to be useful during my medical career. That's not something to sniff at.<br />
There is the additional benefit that this role has enabled me to be competent and above all, confident, in dealing with many, many people, and confidence is not something one can acquire overnight, or just by magic or good intentions. The confidence I've gained from putting effort into this job, and knowing from the responses from colleagues and customers that I'm doing it well and making a small diference to someone's day, is something I couldn't have gained simply from being a medical student. A medical student I've found is frequently too much of a fifth wheel to have much of a sense of achievement (that's not to say that achievements aren't made, but just not on the same level).<br />
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Now the terrible bit is that I realised recently how much I enjoy this job, and how many of the things are appreciate are not present in medicine. I could only wonder why I'm leaving a job I've enjoyed, for one that predominantly scares me, in an environment which I don't always enjoy or feel respected or comfortable in. It feels a little bit mad.<br />
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Perhaps part of the reason I've enjoyed the job is because I know I won't be doing it forever, and perhaps if I were I would have a different approach to it. But I hadn't really thought about the fact that I would one day be leaving this job, in order to take up my forever-job, (the one I've been studying seven year for) but now it's suddenly here, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm really not sure if I want to!<br />
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I can at least be thankful that I've had employment which I enjoy, to return to every holiday (and some weekends), in a group where I feel part of the team even if I've been away for months, and have been able to go through my education with far more financial security than I otherwise would have.<br />
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After all, if medicine all goes pear-shaped, I might always have a nice job to return to! I could be a museum-doctor.<br />
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First, I have to get through, and make the most of, my last day tomorrow. It feels like the end of an era, and it feels silly to leave a job I like*. Needs must....<br />
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(*It was suggested to me that I'd have enough holiday from my doctor-job to return to my museum job occasionally, but 1. I do quite like the idea of having a holiday which is entirely a holiday, no job or revision or essay-writing to have to do, and 2. most importantly, I couldn't justify it. I'd be on a nice NHS salary, taking part-time holiday work away from school leavers, students and other people who really need the money, when I really won't - that's not right, and I wouldn't have particularly wanted someone earning good money to take my shifts away from me the last few years, when I've needed the money.)TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-60400080063412158192012-07-08T01:13:00.002+01:002012-07-08T01:22:02.815+01:00Carer's holiday, and a holiday for the carers<div>
As I discussed extensively with Steph at <a href="http://stephstwogirls.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/to-laugh-or-cry-autism-and-siblings.html#comment-form" target="_blank">Steph's two girls</a>, I have a sister with Asperger syndrome (an autistic spectrum disorder). This week we went on holiday together. It was the first time she'd been away without our parents, so while it was a welcome break for them, it was a bit of an adventure for her.<br />
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My mother was convinced we would come back not speaking to each other, but we were even still laughing with each other.<br />
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However, I've come back with a newfound respect for people who can organise and take responsibility for a holiday and for other people's needs, when the other people can't communicate those needs. Taking care of meeting someone's needs without knowing what the exact needs are at that time and place is a skill I haven't yet perfected.<br />
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I've also come back with a newfound understanding of the little difficulties in coping that, when added together, make an independent life currently impossible. And a wonder about how outsiders, such as the <strike>lovely</strike> people at ATOS who will assess her disability living allowance, can possibly notice or understand such minutiae, and comprehend how someone who at first seems competent if a bit odd, actually requires extensive support.<br />
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But we survived, and had a lovely (if exhausting) time. Would we do it again? Yes, but preferably with better communication on what each person's preferances, needs, and limitations are, with updates when they change. That would be the life...<br />
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And also ideally with a sense that all the independence training that the holiday involved was in some way wanted or appreciated. It's difficult to have no idea but feel the need to pursue the ideas of independence and gaining skills anyway.<br />
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But yes, we would do it again.</div>TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-90588189963271708542012-07-02T00:44:00.000+01:002012-07-08T01:20:07.765+01:00I get by with a little help...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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Failure lies not in falling down, but in not getting back up again. For me to get back up, I needed help. There is no shame in needing help, the failure is in not seeking help. Asking a whole bunch of people to help me was one of the best things I've ever done. If only I'd recognised the neeed and could have asked for it earlier. Oh, hindsight.</div>
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I would love to know the guys that put this together... they must have more interesting characters than some GPs I know!TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-15821059020979154442012-06-24T19:00:00.001+01:002012-07-09T02:07:58.838+01:00This is what an anti-rape and anti-sexual abuse campaign looks like<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
via Khale at <a href="http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com</a> whose wonderful "I do not have an eating disorder" comic I've <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/comics-in-medicine.html" target="_blank">mentioned previously</a>.</div>
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This is an anti-rape campaign that places no blame, and no responsibility (except on the perpetrator), but encourages bystander intervention. It is amazing. Men Can Stop Rape, an American organisation, also seem amazing.</div>
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Did I mention I'm a feminist? It shouldn't come as any great surprise, as I hope this blog has so far made clear that I'm no doormat. TTBAMS is what a feminist looks like.</div>
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"I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat"</div>
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> - Rebecca West </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">Before anyone thinks, I do know full well that this kind of campaign does not prevent every rape or sexual assault or abuse. But maybe it makes a difference, <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/saving-world-one-starfish-at-time-or.html" target="_blank">starfish-wise</a>.</span></span> </span>TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-42082890713026473042012-06-24T18:56:00.001+01:002012-06-26T23:21:48.091+01:00AnonymousI knew from the beginning that if I were to write a blog that included my experiences of medicine, and possibly some of my experiences with patients, it would need to be anonymous. I've mentioned this briefly <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/there-are-no-laurels-to-rest-on.html" target="_blank">before</a> but it does need a post of its own to explain this.<br />
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Posts like <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2011/07/communication-dilemma-and-success.html" target="_blank">this one</a>, and one in my head about a patient I saw die, seem to require anonymity to protect the patient's identity as well as my own. Of course I do everything I can to protect the patient's identity anyway (changing identifiers etc), so that even the patient themself wouldn't necessarily recognise themself in my blog. But it's easier to ensure nobody recognises the patient if they don't already know which hospital, city or even area of the country the patient was seen in, or which medical student or doctor they saw.<br />
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There's also the issue that I don't particularly want my future patients to read this and know that it's their doctor, looking after them, who wrote it*. They could easily lose faith in me or not want me to be their doctor. It's not that I'm lying to them, but my doctor-face that I present professionally is confident and professional, and different to my blog-face and the things I share on here - my fears and failings, along with some potentially more contraversial thoughts.<br />
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I talked to a (non-medical) friend recently, and told them I had to re-take an exam and only narrowly passed a few others; their response was "I'm glad you're not my doctor" - I can see why. But once I have passed, I am deemed safe and competent enough to practice, and I'm no different to any other doctor. I hope my patients would see that, but some wouldn't and there's no need to tell them all and make an issue out of it.<br />
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I don't necessarily want all my colleagues to know that this is me, I don't want my consultants to know my fears and failings - if I did, I could tell them.<br />
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My posts about my medical school have sometimes been far from positive, but I don't want to bring them a bad reputation, just because I blog negatively about this medical school and people may not about others. And you never know, they could pull me up on things I've posted - it wouldn't be the first time a student had been reprimanded for things they'd put on the internet.<br />
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Since my posts about my family aren't always complimentary, I don't want them to see this blog and know that it's me, either.<br />
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If this blog weren't anonymous, I'd need to censor it and be more careful of what I wrote and how it could come back to bite me in the future.<br />
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I'm aware that <a href="http://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2011/09/medical-student-blog-anonymously.html" target="_blank">other medical students</a> don't always blog anonymously. The medstudent in the link implies that being proud of what she writes is part of why she doesn't blog anonymously. That's not to say I'm not proud of what I've written, I am to some extent (the mopey and despairing posts, less so), but I think the reasons for anonymity far outweigh the reasons against.<br />
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I hope that doesn't make me a coward - I don't think it does, but I'm sure it could be suggested.<br />
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<b>If you know me personally and want to share this blog, feel free to but I'd prefer it if you don't blow my cover. </b>Please do share it, it would be nice to have more people read it, but please don't share it in connection with my name or identifiers. This post has been a long time coming, and it's because of this bit that I haven't really felt able to share this blog with people I know until know. Apologies to people I know who've come here, you've got 34 posts to get through if you want to read this blog!<br />
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*If you don't know me, and you've read this, would you want me looking after you? Really?TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-61768876705538937172012-06-24T17:34:00.000+01:002012-06-24T17:34:33.192+01:00Like a little piece of charcoalI woke up on Monday with so much dread for the week ahead and the work required that it suddenly came to as I was lying in bed: I am burnt out. On the one hand, that's horrible and means that I have no energy to do any work at all. But on the other hand, it's greatly relieving. It means I'm not lazy and useless, it's not all my fault that I haven't done enough work, it's just that I've done so much work and been so stressed for the exams in January and May that I just don't have enough energy left to keep going.<br />
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It felt so good to put a name on how horrendous I've been feeling about this exam and having to work for it. Burnout is a recognised concept, and a friend of mine had it after the January exams. I contacted her on Monday and she gave me some advice, including: get away from everything, go for a run even if you don't like running (which I did, briefly), burnout usually means you've done enough work already (yes, I did enough work in May, but unfortunately not for this re-take), to go easy on yourself (definitely), and to make a list of all your achievements, to push you on through this last one. I like that list of achievements idea - I haven't done it, but I have been thinking a little more about good things I've done, and that this re-take is really just to put the cherry on the cake. Except you can't have the cake without the cherry on, it is essential.<br />
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I realised that if I don't have enough energy to keep working through this revision period to the exam (which I don't), then the solution is to use other people's energy. Leech off them to get me through it, and work with others.<br />
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Which is what I've been doing. The only self-directed work I've done alone all week is to listen to a few podcasts whilst out walking places. So far, so good. Boo for burnout, but massive hooray for recognising it and getting through it.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-55286145380716314792012-06-16T17:07:00.000+01:002012-06-16T17:07:08.297+01:00Breaking the stereotype?At the medical school's graduation ball last night, for medical students/soon to be doctors and their guests, and some faculty, most of whom are doctors, there were some speeches and presentations made. By far the biggest applause of the night, with a standing ovation from the whole room (about 170 people), and two giant bouquets of flowers, were not for any doctors at all, but for two nurses.<br />
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Two nurses who were both previously intensive care nurses and are now clinical skills facilitators, and teach us so much of what we need to know, and if any of us save the life of someone who's seriously ill in August, it will be thanks to them. In fact for many of us, passing all the exams and becoming doctors at all is thanks to them. Especially for us re-takers, as one of the two nurses oversees the re-take program and eggs us on through this tough few weeks.<br />
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They completely deserved their applause and flowers and all our thanks, and it made me think because doctors and nurses don't traditionally have the best relationship, and sadly the culture is still one were some doctors look down their noses at nurses, but last night there were over 100 new doctors with more gratitude and respect for two nurses than they've ever had for any doctors.<br />
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Hopefully we'll take that gratitude and respect with us into our many different hospital workplaces, and whenever we meet and work with other nurses, and particularly if we're frustrated or challenged by them, we'll remember the gratitude and respect we had for the two nurses who got us there.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-55178508401921340272012-06-16T16:54:00.000+01:002012-06-16T16:54:17.508+01:00The (hopeful) graduation ball...Last night was the graduation ball. The re-take is in two weeks, so I don't yet know if I'm graduating. I remain fairly convinced I won't be - I've bought the guest tickets and am wondering about what to wear, but all in a "just in case the unimaginable happens and I am actually supposed to be there" kind of way, not in a way that I expect to be there at all.<br />
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I'd originally decided that I wouldn't go to this ball for this reason, but friends persuaded me, and I did half want to go, especially since I was so gutted that for my original graduation ball - the one I would have gone to had I not intercalated for my BSc for a year and then taken a year out - my friends forgot to (or decided not to) tell me about it or invite me. The photos of every single one of my original medical school friends at the ball without me were a little tough to see.<br />
Anyway, I decided to go. My main trepidations were that it would take time away from revising and would be difficult to go to before having finished exams. I didn't pay attention to the idea that at the grad ball everyone else would know they were graduating, and I wouldn't. Well, about four other people there don't yet know, but since there were over 170 in attendance...<br />
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Going to the grad ball before knowing I'm graduating was very very odd. Much as the other half kept reminding me that I had as much right to be there as anybody else, it didn't feel like it at all. I felt like a spectator rather than a participant.<br />
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The worst was walking in to the dining room in the fancy hotel to take our seats for dinner. All the place names said Dr so-and-so for everyone graduating. That was hard. There was one at my table place saying Dr TTBAMS, which on the one hand is lovely because it means the guys who made them believe I'll pass, but on the other hand it's bloody horrible because I am not yet Dr TTBAMS. It all got a bit too much for me... I couldn't really hold it together and started crying. Everyone at the next table were taking group photos with everyone holding their little Dr place name, which made it worse. Thank goodness for waterproof make-up (yes me, in make-up), and for dinner jackets requiring a silk hanky in the pocket (or maybe it's just that other half does these things properly - it did match his bow tie). Thank goodness also that our table was in the corner, and that no one else had yet arrived at the table - my friends were pushing fashionably late to the limit. Thank goodness also for the wonderful other half, who reassured me that I do deserve the place name, but tactfully turned it away and moved it out of my view for the rest of the evening.<br />
I regained my composure, but it wasn't the best way to start the night. I don't think I was great company all night really, conversation dried up where it wouldn't usually.<br />
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In retrospect I should have given a little more thought to the difficulties I might encounter during the evening, other than my bad my nail varnish skills were. And I should have approached it with dignity in mind. I think focusing on celebrating other people's achievements, rather than dwelling on my own lack thereof, might have helped.<br />
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Friends have said we'll have a celebratory get together, with the sweets (goody bags), glowsticks and lottery scratchcards from last night, but I don't know if it will happen as I get my results after term is over and people will have gone on holiday.<br />
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In conclusion: it wasn't a great night. But I don't regret going, really, I regret not being better emotionally prepared. If I hadn't gone, I would have regretted it.<br />
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Other half told me last night he's saved my place name, ready for when I am Dr TTBAMS. I'll have a party all of my own when the time comes. Whenever that may be...<br />
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The night before last I dreamt that I'd found a patient, a rather mad lady who clearly needed some help, just outside a hospital (that looked a bit like Berlin Tegel airport somehow), but I couldn't get any phone signal to call an ambulance. So I had to take the patient into a hospital waiting room while I got some help, and I couldn't find any. I was upset that I couldn't help her. Somehow much later on someone pointed out that I could take her to Accident & Emergency, and I was so relieved, but also very worried at how I'd managed to forget that A&E existed....<br />
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Last night I dreamt there was a very special revision lecture happening. I spent a long time trying to find out who was giving it, trying to track them down, and find out where the revision lecture was. This somehow related to a wall hanging. But I couldn't find the lecture, or who the lecturer might be (I was looking amongst friends and acquaintances, rather than anyone who actually is a lecturer), and I got very stressed about it.<br />
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If I carry on like this the nights for the next few weeks will be very interesting. And stressful. Why I didn't feel at all able to help the patient in the first dream I don't know, maybe it reflects my lack of confidence. And maybe the fact that I was so desparately searching for the revision lecture reflects my lack of sel-motivation and need to have people teach me rather than me learning anything for myself.<br />
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Dreams, by Fleetwood Mac. Who are wonderful (and were not in anyway murdered or destroyed by Glee - in fact that episode reminded me how amazing Fleetwood Mac's music is and made me dig out my old CDs)TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-43727126302199915492012-06-09T01:26:00.001+01:002012-06-26T23:33:46.452+01:00There are no laurels to rest onNice as it was to <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/thank-goodness-for-that.html" target="_blank">learn that I'd passed all of my recent exams</a>, that silver lining had a cloud. Yesterday I was given my exact marks for the exams, and discovered that my two recent practical exams were very, very narrow passes. By 4 or 5 marks, and since the overall exam has over a thousand marks, that is tiny. I scraped through both exams, and it was very very close. Too close, there's no margin for error.<br />
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The day of the <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/biggest-and-finalest-final.html" target="_blank">big exam</a> was a "good day". I'd done a load of confidence building and affirmations, put my positive mindset on, and got in the best frame of mind. Nothing at all went wrong, and I was the best I could be for almost all the exam (although towards the end of the three hours I did get pretty tired, everyone does). So if my absolute best is to scrape through with the tiniest margin of error, what happens if I'm not at my absolute best next time? I might have a streaming cold, a headache, too much nerves, a grumpy examiner - anything that could lose me those 4 or 5 marks.<br />
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This has at least put the frighteners on and given me a considerable kick up the rear to get me back into revising and not sitting around beinig complacent, but for a good 24 hours it pushed me too far. I think there's a scale of:<br />
complacent, unmotivated, not working enough ----to---- motivated, hard-working, slightly scared but in a healthy way -----to---- panicked, totally terrified, unable to work, so convinced of failure what's the point in working<br />
and I went from the left end to the right end, completely bypassing the healthy middle. An email from a friend, an email from a mentor, and some time with the other re-takers later, I'm feeling a bit less chicken-heady (I am no longer running around with my head chopped off, which I was mentally doing this morning). I'm towards the right of the middle and it would be good to get even further towards the middle.<br />
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It would be easier if I knew what I was actually doing wrong in the exams and had some idea of what to improve, but no, that would be too easy. Medical school is a cryptic crossword. It's very frustrating to have a station which I thought went amazingly (patient/actor clearly liked me, I asked all the questions for the diagnosis and all the others to rule out a differential diagnosis, I answered the viva questions brilliantly - I am not a show-off, but I thought it was my best station of the day), the examiner gave largely positive feedback comments, with the only negative that I was "a little slow to get through all the points" - this does at least suggest that I got through all the points, to fail the station getting a little over 50% of the marks. How does that work?!<br />
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So in the absence of really having an idea of what to improve, I just need to spend the next three weeks becoming the most incredible doctor all-round that there could possibly be. I will dazzle and amaze all the examiners. A tall order but who knows what could happen...<br />
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And I will not spend the next three weeks wondering whether these horrendous results suggest that actually I'm not really ready to be a doctor, and it would be much safer for me and the general public if I did re-take the year, learn how to be a good doctor, and make a better attempt next year when I actually know something. That is not productive thinking. But it is tempting.<br />
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The above is yet another reason why this blog is <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/anonymous.html" target="_blank">anonymous</a>. My patients don't really want to know how much I've failed, or how close I came to failing. At least, they don't want to know that and then continue to be treated by me. And I will want them to continue to be treated by me - it would be embarassing for me and problematic for the hospital if not. Much as medicine is trying to break with the tradition of paternalistic "the patient doesn't want to know X [often that they had cancer]", I feel it's appropriate here if only for my own peace of mind. I want my patients to have confidence in me. If I pass, I've passed and I am good enough to be their doctor. If they knew the numbers this may be less obvious.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-76673745269031618422012-05-31T21:34:00.000+01:002012-06-26T23:23:53.674+01:00A passport to better service?Conversation in the Boots pharmacy near the hospital:<br />
me: Hello, one bottle of Movicol liquid* please<br />
pharmacy man [patronisingly]: No, Movicol is a powder that comes in sachets. It's not a liquid.<br />
me: Yes it is, it comes in bottles<br />
pharmacy man: No, it doesn't<br />
me: Yes....<br />
pharmacy man: No, we don't have it.<br />
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He was patronising in the extreme, and seemingly isn't used to patients/customers who actually know what they're talking about. Or just assumes that patients/customers don't know what they're talking about.<br />
I've been taking this medication for a while, I know exactly what it is, I don't talk rubbish. I resented the implication that I do.<br />
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I found myself regretting that my NHS hospital badge was in my bag and not visibly about my person, as it had been half an hour earlier. It may say medical student, and not <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/thank-goodness-for-that.html" target="_blank">97% doctor</a>, but I imagine it would make it clearer that I do know what I'm talking about. I am so intrigued as to how things might have gone differently if I had been wearing it - I think the conversation would have been very different.<br />
Having said that, I hate the idea that a hospital badge could have been my passport to good service and pleasant treatment. No patient should be assumed to be stupid, and made to feel so, and have to argue to get their valid request across, whether they have a hospital badge or not. <br />
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I don't want to be treated better than other people by virtue of my education or profession, I'd rather everyone was treated better.<br />
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I really hope after I left he went away and looked up his formulary, so that next time someone asks, he knows that Movicol liquid does exist, and isn't rude. Though I just hope he isn't rude regardless.<br />
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*Movicol liquid is a bottle of mild laxative that is diluted and drunk. It's better than the sachets because from a big bottle the dosage can be altered on a daily basis as required, whereas sachets come in a set dosage size. The liquid hasn't been available for very long, and I found out about it from an advert in the BMJ - is that more proof that I know what I'm talking about?!<br />
Direct-to-consumer advertising for prescription medications is not allowed in the UK, as far as I understand (although Movicol is available over the counter in pharmacies as well as on prescription), so the BMJ advert is aimed at prescribers. But that doesn't stop patients like me from seeing it!<br />
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<br />TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-12868051742271629162012-05-30T16:29:00.001+01:002012-06-13T00:27:15.497+01:00Attempting to Access Adult Asperger Support Services Part 1<div>
The Family Cracking-up-and-significant-breakdown Prevention Project (in family, I don't include my father - he's far too in his own head and own world to notice anything going on around him that could cause cracking up. That sounds like an insult; it's not, it's just how things are): so far, so good.<br />
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Whilst on an employability training scheme year, run by a special school, my sister spent a few nights at a residential independence skills training organisation, and that organisation will very happily take her again, on a regular basis. No prior assessments or referrals required. Hooray!<br />
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But this is only funded if she has a social worker. She last had a social worker under Children's Services. However, being a disabled and vulnerable child with a learning difficulty, requiring a social worker, seemingly does not mean one will become a disabled and vulnerable adult, with a learning difficulty, requiring a social worker. So she doesn't have one, and my next task is to get her one.<br />
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Once we've got her one, accessing this regular residential service should be easy, as the council's social services accept that independence training saves them a lot of money when the young person comes to move to a more independent place of living. A more independent person (as a result of independence training) requires less support, saving the council money.<br />
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So Part 2 will be obtaining a social work assessment. No idea how easy that will be or how long it will take.</div>TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-85077790738701271342012-05-27T01:24:00.001+01:002012-06-28T16:12:18.948+01:00Family wishes, difficulties and challenges<div>
My mother has had an objectively more difficult life than anyone I've ever known. I wish she could accept that finding her difficult life difficult, or finding my very challenging sister* very challenging, does not make her a failure, and does not mean she has to tell the world she can't cope (she does cope, but sometimes she's pushed to the edge of coping-ability). I wish I had a way to make her know this.<br />
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This week I'm going to call up various agencies - I wish I could do more but even doing the small things is helpful, I hope. I'm calling because it's easier for me than for my mum to hear "No, we can't/won't help you / budget cuts / no space / we help people with learning disabilities, not "high-functioning" like Asperger's / we can't help people who are in employment"... those replies don't directly make my life more difficult, they're not as much a kick to the stomach when you're down as they could be for a primary cater facing challenging behaviour.<br />
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I so much hope I don't get those replies. Otherwise, well, it's convenient I'm living nearer family for my foundation programme years, because respite care (that I hope to help provide) is so essential. Especially when that care is mostly emotional.</div>
*She has Asperger syndrome (an autistic spectrum disorder, at the high-funtioning end) amongst other diagnoses, so can have challenging behaviour.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-14541325878627952792012-05-25T15:22:00.003+01:002012-05-25T15:43:16.358+01:00Thank goodness for thatI passed my exams, I am deemed safe enough and competent enough to be an almost-doctor. But of course I am not yet a doctor, because I have the first-attempt re-take still to go in five weeks' time.<br />
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I've just passed four big exams, which should be a celebration, but all I can feel is relief: thank God for that, thank God that's over, thank God I don't have to do that again. Oh and hooray for me as well? Maybe. Not so sure about that bit.<br />
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The full extent of my celebrating has been having a cream tea yesterday, and a fancy readymeal from Waitrose. All of my friends who actually are now doctors (no re-takes for them) must have gone big on the celebrations yesterday, but they'll just have to join me in my celebrations come July. Or they won't because when I get my results, we'll all be on holiday.... but July can be my big party.<br />
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The only extra benefit of these results is that it gives more weight to the argument that my failure in January was the medical school's fault, not mine. Their "mishap" did throw me off, and now that I'm over that, nothing can throw me now. <br />
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There's very little to stop me now - four weeks of exam preparation, which is all re-learning things that I already know, and then time to ace the re-take, which I fully intend to. Medical school in its simplest form is five years, and when I started I was told it costs £250,000 to train a doctor (it's probably a fair bit more now). So after we passed each year, there were various claims of "I'm now two fifths a doctor!" or my favourite "I am now worth £100,000" (after passing two years).<br />
So now that I've done 4 years and 34 weeks (out of 40) of a 5 year course (let's not include my extra years, for simplicity's sake - they weren't strictly medicine), that makes me 97% a doctor. And 97% of quarter of a million is £242,500 - that's what I'm worth! That's got to be something to celebrate... it's too much money for anyone to want to waste (though it wouldn't be the first time) so I am going to ace the June exam. With bells on.<br />
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Watch this space for the mega-big-time-party-celebration in July. In the meantime, thank goodness for that.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-36929412720581025462012-05-17T00:25:00.002+01:002012-06-09T01:05:35.120+01:00The biggest and finalest final<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;">If it weren't for the pesky re-take I have to do in a few weeks, today could have been my last exam of medical school. It was the biggest, most comprehensive, and most terrifying exam of them all - the Medicine OSCE* (incorporating elderly care and mental health and anything at all that's not surgery, obstetrics, gynaecology and paediatrics). The one that if you fail, you can't work as a doctor for another year.</span></div>
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I wore the shirt that I wore to my interview to get into medical school
7 1/2 years ago, in 2004. It felt appropriately full circle. And if it was lucky
then, it could be lucky now (though it was slightly on the tighter side now than then!). </span></span></h6>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">* OSCE = observed structured clinical examination. Big scary practical exam where you pretend to be a doctor, to prove you can. In a too short space of time, repeated many times over for half a day. The stuff of nightmares.</span></span></h6>TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-3299735418950006452012-05-17T00:03:00.000+01:002012-05-17T00:03:50.196+01:00The loveliest statistician (i.e. geek)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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The other day I had an exam in the morning, it was two hours
long and a bit stressful. After joining the other half for lunch (amazing
chilli nachos), I spent the afternoon with a good friend. We spent about four
hours working on her medical dissertation project, which needed some
statistics. I have the statistics programme, SPSS, went to lots of statistics
courses last year (which I STILL have yet to be reimbursed for) and my
dissertation last year was basically all statistics, which I had to teach myself
and do myself, so I can sort of hold my own when it comes to medical
statistics.</div>
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Although it took a fair bit of brain-effort to recall
everything I’d forgotten over the past year, this came in very useful for my
friend. Her project has gone from having some percentages that look quite nice,
to having Chi-squared for trend with a p value less than 0.001 – to anyone who
knows research, that’s gone from “somebody found that the intervention probably
changed things a bit” to “they found that changes resulting from the
intervention were highly significant, with a less than one in 1000 possibility
that they were just caused by chance, therefore these interventions are good
and everyone should adopt them”. We also added in some nice standard deviations
because ranges should be left behind at Maths GCSE.</div>
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Surprisingly successful for a post-exam afternoon, where the
temptation to just slump is strong. Instead we spent hours fiddling with SPSS,
transferring her data from Excel to SPSS, making new data files, fiddling until
we found some results that meant something, were the right type of statistics,
and were reproducible for the rest of her data. But the worst of it is: I
really enjoyed it. I feel I shouldn’t admit to this. This is statistics after
all – possibly the most boring thing I’ve ever had to learn about throughout
both my medical and genetics degrees. It is the realm of geeks of the dullest
kind. I’m not going to deny my geekness, I did do a genetics degree after all,
but statistics geekery is a few steps too far; I am not that boring! Learning
about stats is mindnumbing, but actually implementing it, playing with SPSS sot
that you get something shiny and publishable – I’ll be honest, that is fun. It’s
experimentation, with useful results.</div>
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I feel I should embrace my inner stats-geek, and have a
potential idea: I’ll become a FREElance statistician, as a junior doctor. Here’s
the deal – you (consultant, researcher, clinician, nurse specialist, whoever) have
a research project that you hope will show something exciting, and you’ll want
to tell the world about it. I am an academic junior doctor, and I will do your
boring statistics for you. Give me your data, and I’ll give you the shiny
publishable results. If you ask nicely, I’ll even write your results up for you
(I like a nicely displayed table). I will not write anything else – your introduction
and discussion and all the wordy bits are yours alone (I hate writing). I’ll
write the paragraph on how I analysed the results, I’d have to really. And the
best bit: I’ll do all this for free. All I require is that you put my name on
your publication or conference abstract, after all, I will have contributed to
it.</div>
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And if you’re really organised, I can discuss your data
collection methods with you before you start, to ensure you’re collecting the
best data to get the best results.</div>
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Do we have a deal? What’s not to like?! I would love to know
if this would actually work in reality. If you (non-existent readers) know
anyone who needs some medical stats… Trying To Be A Medical Student is here to
help – you know where to find me.</div>
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Win-win situation: the researchers who don’t have time or
understanding or patience or SPSS get their statistics done for them, I get
more research experience, and I get published, which can only help my academic
career. And will add something non-gynaecology-related to my CV, and since that’s
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This morning, as I went out early, I found a starfish on the pavement, just by the doorstep. A real starfish - the photo is at the bottom. It looked wet and it seemed reasonable to think it might still be alive. I was amazed and wondered if the storm or rain last night had really been bad enough to pick up a starfish and carry it the 500m+ it would need to travel.... and rushed off to my appointment.<br />
When I got back half an hour later, it was still there, so I took photos, and went to tell other half about it. He very sensibly pointed out that it was probably dropped there by a seagull (not as exciting as the idea of wether-induced flying starfish, but far more plausible). I dragged him out of bed and we hatched a plan to take it back to its home and put it in the sea.<br />
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I'll explain here that there is a sort of parable by which I'd like to live my life, commonly known as "the starfish story" or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Star_Thrower" target="_blank">The Star Thrower</a>, written by Loren Eiseley in 1969. It's been re-told many times in different ways, and I heard about it from my utterly uninspiring headteacher, who managed to inspire me with this - I can't remember anything else remotely inspirational or even interesting that he ever said.<br />
The version I remember I think of as having a small boy as the thrower, others have an old man or a girl. The beach is covered in starfish which have been washed up after a storm. Someone, let's say a small boy, is walking along the beach, throwing starfish back into the sea, one by one. Someone else, I think an old man, walks up to him and says "why are you doing this? there are thousands of starfish here, you can't possibly make a difference". The boy picks up another starfish and throws it, saying "I made a difference to that one".<br />
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It's such a simple, beautiful story, and although I don't think of it often, it's stayed with me over the years. I understood the message to be: you don't have to change the whole world, but you can make a difference to someone, or even a few people. Even if you make a difference only to a few, you have still made a difference, you can still change lives.<br />
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Others perceive it as meaning you should do what you believe in no matter the criticism. On looking it up just now, some versions have the old man deciding to join the boy in throwing the starfish, and more and more people join in, ending with the rather twee "all the starfish were saved" (personally I don't think saving <i>all</i> the starfish is the point, I think the point is that it is always worth making a difference, even if you can't make a difference for everyone; you can't save the world - saving all the starfish kind of is saving the world, and feels unrealistic). In that version, the message can be that you achieve something if you all work together, or if you can persuade everyone that it is worth making a difference.<br />
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I think this story is one of the things that spurs me on to do what I do, or what I'm going to do, be it medicine, volunteering with seriously ill children (more on that another time), campaigning, volunteering in schools... Each patient in my medical career could be a potential starfish. Not that they've all come to me to be saved, but that even if I can't do everything, I can still make a difference. To remind me of this, I have two beautiful pictures of starfish - one a birthday card from the other half some years ago, and one a sparkly postcard I bought last year while presenting my work at a conference abroad. I want to frame them both.<br />
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Back to this morning: given that this story really means something to me, I thought it would be a great idea to live in out (on a minute scale) myself, and take our doorstep starfish back to the sea. I didn't want to do it on my own - I thought I might need help (my intention was to carry it on a baking tray, I thought that way it might not dry out too much), I wanted it to document the starfish saving adventure photographically, and also I thought I would feel less silly and look less nuts if there were two of us poking and picking up a starfish and carrying it along. So I woke up the other half, got back in bed for a bit, waited for him to properly wake up and get dressed and got some plastic bags and an oven tray together, took other half outside with me.... only to find the starfish had gone. I don't know what happened. Maybe another seagull came along and thought it looked tasty. Maybe the first seagull wanted another go. Maybe some other people had the same idea and got there first, and the starfish is now happily floating away.... I'll never know. But I'm kind of kicking myself for not getting straight back outside and doing it myself. Specially if the seagulls got it.<br />
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I don't even know if it was still alive in the first place. But I'm still a bit sad about it - next time I'll seize the opportunity to throw a starfish when I see it, not half an hour later.<br />
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However, the positives: I saw a starfish! I never even knew they lived in this country.<br />
In this time of considerable stress about exams, whether I'm good enough to pass, whether I'm good enough to be a doctor, whether I even really want to be a junior doctor with the stress and responsibility and total lack of confidence in my non-existent abilities that that involves, it was nice to be reminded of a reason why I came here in the first place - to make a difference, even if only to a few starfish out of thousands. That I can be that difference, and that it's worth it even if you can't save the world.<br />
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To have a real starfish to remind my of all this, to make me keep going - maybe that starfish was on my doorstep for a reason. I don't believe in fate - that would have been a nice explanation. But sometimes things happen for a reason, and today's starfish could have been there to rejuvenate and encourage me, to remind me to keep going. So I will.<br />
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<br />TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-75003957375483780942012-05-05T23:54:00.000+01:002012-05-05T23:54:07.355+01:00DignityToday I was writing notes on practical procedures, for practical exam revision. Specifically, I was writing about male catheterisation, which is a complicated process, so I made a nice step-by-step flow-chart.<br />
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One of my flow-chart boxes said simply "expose patient, maintain dignity". That's all it needed to say for th purposes of my notes, but it struck me how unrealistic that is; if it were as easy as just writing it in a flow-chart box and it were magically done, all hospital patients would be wonderfully dignified. Even whilst being catheterised (I've been catheterised; it is an unpleasant and rather undignified procedure, and I know that even without full recollection if it - I was still woozy from the general anaesthetic).<br />
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I love the idea that one could just mentally note "maintain dignity" and that would be all it took. It's so far from the truth. In all honesty, I don't even know how to maintain someone's dignity, particularly when they're being catheterised. I find it especially difficult with old people, more so when dementia is a feature (that's another post for another time). Being professional I'm sure helps, but there's more to it than that.<br />
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And I certainly don't know how to maintain it since when going over my notes I discovered I had forgotten that vital step "cover patient with sterile drape" - sheet with small hole for penis to protrude onto sterile field is going to provide somewhat more dignity than general genital exposure. Woops. The sheet is in the catheter pack, so it's unlikely I'd forget when I'm actually trying to do it.<br />
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I also forgot to mention the essential step of "reposition foreskin" - if the foreskin is retracted for a long period of time, scarring and serious damage can result. I should be able to do this in practice; the first time I observed a male catheterisation, the doctor had forgotten to do this and I reminded them, so I should be ok (as should the patient's penis).<br />
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For now, all my brief notes can really include is the simple "maintain dignity", but at least it will serve as a reminder that in practice, this is always something to consider. It will remind me to think about the patient's dignity, even if achieving it is a task that seems mysterious, difficult, and at times, impossible.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-5977420192023951802012-05-02T22:12:00.001+01:002012-06-27T21:58:06.558+01:00Medicine is funny, bodies are strange.... aka I know nothing<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I took myself to the doctor today, had been putting it off for a while, but
now I had a weird mouth pain. It had been there a few days, under my tongue, on
one side. I'd decided it had something to do with a salivary gland (there's not
really anything else under the tongue that's likely to cause pain, I thought), either
a stone, or it had got infected.<br />
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I hadn’t found anything under my tongue, and neither could the doctor. He proded
my neck a bit, which was surprisingly painful, and concluded I had a swollen
lymph node, which could be causing the under-tongue pain. I hadn't noticed it,
and still can't really feel it now if I palpate my neck - don't come to me with
your swollen lymph nodes, people. I may not notice them.<br />
<br />
Just as he was about to move on from the mouth/tongue/neck, he had a quick glance
at my throat, just to check. "Aha! That's what it is!" he proclaimed
- he might as well have shouted "BINGO!" He had found an aphthous
ulcer (a common mouth ulcer) on the corner-roof of my mouth. He seemed very
impressed at how big it was, and told me to go and have a look in the mirror
when I got home. I duly obeyed, and he was right - it's big, white, and very
obvious. It looks like something out of a medical textbook, near the uvula
(dangly bit in the middle) and very obvious. <br />
<br />
But here's the bit I find weird: it doesn't feel anything like a mouth
ulcer. I've had plenty in my time. And they've all been really, really sore and
very easy to locate; the pain lets you know precisely where they are. I'm given
to understand that that's what mouth ulcers feel like for everyone, no?<br />
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Not this one. It's not really sore at all, not in the way that I could point
a finger at it, rather that I can only wave a hand around the left part of my
face and neck and say "it hurts in this general direction", yet
clearly it's the same disease process and tissue breakdown. This isn't to say
it's not painful, it's just differently painful. Though it got more painful
after I'd seen it and knew what it was, silly brain!<br />
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So I'm really intrigued as to why the difference, and wonder whether the
back of the mouth has some kind of different nerve innervation. I wish I knew
more than that.<br />
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But at least I've learnt: don't make assumptions about one's own health
problems, don't jump to conclusions, and aphthous ulcers do not always present
with a typical history. For medics out there - if you have a patient presenting
with a vague neck or mouth pain, check the back of their mouth and their
throat. Even if the pain doesn't sound like it's coming from there.<br />
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Learning point - I need to improve my neck palpation and ability to detect
swollen lymph nodes.<br />
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Overall, a productive learning experience!<br />
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<br /></div>TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-27429122003061024542012-04-27T23:41:00.002+01:002012-04-27T23:44:56.354+01:00Comics in medicineI went to a really interesting talk on comics in medicine, and since it was fascinating I might as well write about it.<br />
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There were three speakers, one a doctor who writes comics about her experiences in medicine, one who wrote a graphic novel about the death of her two year old son, and people's reactions to this, and one who wrote a graphic novel about caring for his dying father. I haven't read the novels, though bought them today for post-exam enjoyment. I've never read a graphic novel at all, actually, but have been introduced to the idea of comics being useful for talking about and learning about health and medicine and particularly mental health from <a href="http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/post/3232725607/i-do-not-have-an-eating-disorder-p01-ive-been" target="_blank">I do not have an eating disorder</a>, from which I have learnt so much.<br />
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The talks were fascinating, though more academic than I expected - there were discussions on reflection, ethics, narratives and other complex concepts; for some of it I had to stretch my brain cells a bit remembering back to what I learnt about ethics in theology/religious studies A Level! Not what I'd been expecting from a talk about comics, but really interesting. Especially how comics are in the middle of some Venn diagrams, such as medicine, ethics and art, and also medicine, humour/humanity, and I can't quite remember the third part, it might have been ethics again.<br />
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Some points that particularly struck me - a discussion of the expertise of lived experience versus learned expertise. That's one to think about. I think a lot of medical students and junior doctors are probably lacking in the lived experience, but still feel like, or are made to feel like, experts.<br />
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Another point was that these comics and graphic novels were not written for catharsis, not to make the author feel better, but more to develop a narrative, "writing to work out what you're writing about" but with drawing as well as writing. One speaker said that catharsis dries up after 10 pages. That struck me since I said the other day that blogging could be cathartic... but I don't want it to be just cathartic, I want it to develop some ideas (I have many) and raise issues and share thinking and not just be a way for me to feel better. So that's my plan.<br />
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I also got a super-cool person cartoon-comicbook-character drawn specially for me inside one of the books I bought. It's wishing me luck for my exams.<br />
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And I've got recommendations of other things I should read when exams are over. I also read something that reminded me of my intention to read Armistead Maupin when exams are over, must remember that.<br />
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So overall, an event worth attending, really made me think, and wonderful to get away from textbooks and learn about amazing books for a bit instead.<br />
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Made me kind of wish I could draw comics, and I'd thought that my total lack of artistic skills would make that impossible, but I learnt that comics don't have to be artistically skilled... but I think I have too many words to fit into comic format. And I don't have the kind of imagination for it. Maybe I'll give it a go one day. <br />
<br />TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-29150187445488511822012-04-27T14:23:00.001+01:002012-04-27T23:22:19.535+01:00Mnemonics for pharmacology and therapeuticsThere's been much discussion of mnemonics for drugs, and just in case other medical students ever come across this blog, I thought I'd post them here (you never know, it might increase traffic to the site). I can't claim authorship of any of these, I got them all from friends - some may have come directly from, or been modified from books.<br />
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<u>Enzyme Inhibitors - SickFaces.com</u><br />
Sodium Valproate (anti-epileptic, also used for bipolar disorder)<br />
Isoniazid (used for TB)<br />
Cimetidine (an H2 receptor blocker)<br />
Ketoconazole & fluconazole (anti-fungals)<br />
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Fluoxetine (a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor)<br />
Alcohol - acute consumption & cigarettes<br />
Cardiac failure and liver failure<br />
Erythromycin & clarithromycin (macrolide antibiotics)<br />
Sulphonamides (antibiotics)<br />
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Ciprofloxacin (a quinolone antibiotic, which can cause tendonitis and tendon rupture)<br />
Omeprazole (a proton-pump inhibitor)<br />
Metronidazole (antibiotic effective against anaerobes)<br />
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These all inhibit enzymes and therefore can increase the amount of a drug that is metabolised by the enzymes that are inhibited, as less of the drug is being metabolised. Therefore, these drugs will increase INR as they inhibit warfarin metabolism.<br />
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Apparently amiodarone and grapefruit can also go in this group (which is why patients on some medications are advised not to drink grapefruit juice), and also ritonavir, a protease inhibitor used for HIV. However ritonavir's enzyme inhibition is useful as it increases the amount of other HIV drugs, so is always given in combination with another HIV drug to "boost" it. <br />
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<u>Enzyme Inducers - Crap GPs </u>(not very respectful to GPs I know, but they can't all be good, there must be some crap ones)<br />
Carbamazepine (anti-epileptic)<br />
Rifampicin (antibiotic, particuarly used for TB)<br />
Alcohol - chronic consumption<br />
Phenytoin (anti-epileptic)<br />
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Griseolfin (anti-fungal - I've never heard of it, apparently been largely replaced by terbinafine)<br />
Phenobarbitone (old-style anti-epileptic, not commonly used, not first-line)<br />
Sulphonylureas (anti-diabetic drugs, e.g. gliclazide) & St John's Wort (herbal remedy used for depression - available off the shelf in Boots even though it could dangerously interfere with lots of drugs... but I guess so can alcohol)<br />
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These all induce enzymes, so will decrease the amount of a drug, as the induced enzymes metabolise more of the drug. They will decrease the INR, possibly below the therapeutic level, as more warfarin is being metabolised.<br />
Worth noting that carbamazepine and phenytoin induce the enzymes that they themselves are metabolised by, so they induce their own metabolism. I think this is why you have to gradually increase the dose of them, as the more they induce the enzymes, the less of the drug you have, so you have to increase the dose. But only up to a point - not sure why that is. Maybe there is a maximum amount that the enzymes can be induced, I don't know.<br />
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<u>Drugs metabolised by cytochrome P450 - Cow Pats</u><br />
Ciclosporin (affects the immune system, used post-transplant and for psoriasis), carbamazepine (anti-epileptic), citalopram (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor, first-line treatment for depression)<br />
Oral contraceptive pill (contraceptive - very important!)<br />
Warfarin (anti-coagulant)<br />
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Phenytoin (anti-epileptic) and protease inhibitors (a type of HIV drug)<br />
Acetylcholinesterase inhibitors (eg Donepezil, used for Alzheimer's disease)<br />
Theophylline (used for severe asthma) and tacrolimus (immune modulator, used for eczema and psoriasis, I think)<br />
Statins (used to decrease cholesterol, particularly LDL) and steroids (used for loads of things! Auto-immune and rheumatological conditions, for example) <br />
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The only problem with this one is that you have to remember there are three Cs, two Ps, two Ts, and two Ss, which isn't reflected in the Cow Pats mnemonic.<br />
The inclusion of warfarin in this list reflects what I said above about other drugs affecting INR. Thyroxine also affects warfarin, but maybe not through enzymes and that's why it's not on these lists.<br />
Phenytoin and carbamazepine here, reflect what I said about enzyme induction.<br />
Protease inhibitors here, that's why their metabolism is inhibited by ritonavir, as above.<br />
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That's all the therapeutics mnemonics I have for now! Maybe I'll have more mnemonics for something another day. Note mNEmonic, not pneumonic as Podmedics and loads of others pronounce it - these memory aids have nothing to do with air or lungs!<br />
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Apologies to the non-medics for the boring nature of this post. Normal waffley service will resume soon. Though I do like the opportunity to write a blog that contributes to the amount of work I've done today!<br />
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<br />TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-65372259094746905862012-04-26T01:46:00.000+01:002012-04-27T23:21:12.534+01:00Ouch... and breathe.Wow, you could even smell the despair in that last post on Sunday, couldn't you? Apologies for that. I have picked myself up a bit since then.<br />
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I've been doing considerably better mentally, partly from attending revision lectures in which I actually understood what was going on (very reassuring) and even did ok in the questions they asked in the lectures, so all cannot be lost. I think the biggest difference by far was made by hearing how lots of other students are feeling as horrendous as I was. I'm not in this alone - that makes everything a lot better.<br />
And if we are all filled with dread and terror and fear, that must be ok because we can't all fail, right? At least, none of my friends failed in January and they seemed about as nervous then as I was.<br />
I've also done some bits of practising skills, and although I'm fully aware I need to be working on confidence, it's good to feel like I'm making a start at getting there. I just hope others are as intent on group practising as I am, I think that's the key.<br />
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Also spending time with other people helps, I think it leaves me alone with my thoughts less, which means less despair. Much of this week I've been hanging around with friends between lectures, and half of that has been spent working or practising or discussing revision but that's ok, because it's still with other people who have the same problems I do. Maybe not quite the same extent of procrastination, but definitely some.<br />
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Another helpful thing was making a tally chart spreadsheet thingy on Excel to mark of what work I've done, how I've done it (podcasts, books, questions etc), what areas I've worked on, which has the two benefits of being able to see how much I've done and feel good about it, and also to see which areas I need to do more work on. So today I have mostly focused on Infectious Diseases and that row in the chart will soon become nice and colourful. As will my infection knowledge, hopefully. <br />
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I decided on Monday that I needed to make an effort to do things to preserve sanity - exams and exam thoughts cannot take up all my brain time. So Monday I went for a bit of a run on the way to and from the supermarket, which felt really good (very much a bit of a run, not a proper run - I'm using the first week of CouchTo5K to help, but I only do it occasionally so haven't got past the first week!), watched an episode of Glee which is awesome. Yesterday I realised late that I hadn't done anything to maintain sanity, so we listened to the News Quiz in bed - I am a massive Radio 4 comedy fan. And today a friend came round which was really lovely; we ate together, and I worked while she and other half watched a film, then we all had ice cream, and we watched some exam revision videos together (she's a medic in the year below, so it;s useful for her too) so it was sociable and work at the same time. It gives me more incentive to get the work done if there's fun stuff to do and people to chat to one I've done it :)<br />
So I'm planning to do something vaguely sanity-maintaining each day. I hope that will prevent me going as up the wall with despair as I did on Sunday.<br />
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I should note, just because I'm doing better in myself, doesn't necessarily mean I'm doing more work. It doesn't seem to be that simple, unfortunately. Today has been pretty good though.TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2868780362257761046.post-84711741044272247712012-04-22T23:56:00.002+01:002012-04-23T22:27:43.667+01:00I want to failBefore I go much further, I should update this, that I failed one of the final exams this year. Taking the title of this blog literally – trying, but not succeeding, to be a medical student…<br />
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It was a big deal at the time (I wrote a blogpost about it in my head, entitled [insert list of expletives here] because that was how it felt) and a big stress involving an appeals process relating to a “procedural error” during the exam, which was not in any way caused by me but impacted considerably on me (and only me). The appeal took two months, but was eventually as successful as it was ever going to be (not necessarily as successful as I’d have liked) and I’m allowed to take the re-take as though it’s my first attempt. This has no effect on the actual resit itself, but means that if I fail it, the medical school won’t be able to kick me out as they otherwise might have been able to. It guarantees me a third go, were I to need one. Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that, it’s already dragged on long enough.
<br /><br />So the advantage of this appeal result for now is simply in stress management – I should be less stressed going into it knowing that it’s not my last attempt, not a sudden death situation. And should therefore be more likely to do ok, at least that’s the theory.
<br />(The other advantage is that it could, just possibly, be perceived as the medical school admitting responsibility for the “error” – which has not happened so far, and has not explicitly been said (quite the opposite, I was told it was one examiner’s fault and therefore not the medical school’s responsibility) but perhaps this appeal indicates that it was their responsibility. An apology would have been nice too, but I won’t ask for miracles.)
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The re-take will be a three and a half hour long practical exam (as was the first one) at some point in June; I don’t anticipate finding out when any time soon – that would be far too useful.
<br /><br />So I have four final exams in the next four weeks, culminating in the massive scary practical one that expects me to know everything and prove I’m good enough to be a doctor. Which I’m not (obviously). Not yet anyway.<br />
And then around four to six weeks after that, I’ve got the re-take of the one I’ve failed. Which is equally as big, but probably requires a bit less knowledge, and is re-learning what I learnt last time, rather than just learning, which is what I’m currently doing. And since I failed it by 3% last time, my chances can’t be too bad.
And then about three weeks after the last exam (or medical placement or other medical school commitment, whichever comes later) I start work. I do six days of shadowing the junior doctor I’m going to take over from, and then on the 1st of August, same day as all the other junior doctors in the country, I start working properly.<br /><br /><br />
Back to now: I very much wanted to pass all the exams in January. But this time around, I’m not sure if I care. Or even, I can see the benefits of not passing. <br />It would at least mean I get a break.
If I fail something in May, if it’s a minor thing I might be able to re-take it in June with the other one. If it’s the major one I have to re-take in November, or re-take the year. If I fail more than one, I definitely re-take the year. Re-taking the year would not be fun – I haven’t particularly enjoyed it first time around, but I do have some friends in the year below (including a very good friend who is lovely), and I’d get through it, and maybe it would be good to understand what I’m seeing in practice, rather the see it and then understand later when it comes to revision/learning. Though that didn't apply to everything.<br /><br />
But the most important bit: if I failed in May and had to re-take the year, I would have no commitments between May and re-starting the year at the end of August. Three months with nothing. No commitments, nothing, just time to re-learn how to be a human being rather than a vile, miserable stressbag that is set to implode at any second. I like the idea of being a human being.
<br /><br />I know I said that I get three weeks off between end of exams and commitments, and starting work. Plenty of people could say that I’m lucky to get three weeks, that’s as much holiday as they get all year (and it’s not the only holiday I’ll get – I imagine I’ll have at least two weeks holiday from the job before the end of this calendar year). But those three weeks won’t fully be holiday. I’ll still be stressed for at least one week of it, or however long it takes for the medical school to give me my results. And I’ll be moving house, moving cities and finding somewhere to move to if I haven’t already found it by then. I’ll be moving away from the other half, which will be sad as it’s been quite nice living together again these last 6 months. Nice for me, not for him – I wouldn’t want to live with me at the moment.
<br /><br />So let’s say I get two weeks between getting my results saying I’ve passed and am allowed to be a proper doctor, and starting work. And though I intend to holiday then, though not quite sure of the details since other half’s job does not allow holiday in July or August (bit of a bummer when the only time properly off I’ve had this year has been one week in January and the three weeks in July. But a job is a job, so cannot complain), those two weeks will have some elements of stress to them.
<br /><br />For those that think that students doss around and being a student is a perpetual holiday, 2012 has mapped out thus: January – massive revision, final exams, one week off. February and March – full-time placements (full-time being around 8.30 til anytime between 3 and 8, minimum 4.5 days a week), three pieces of horrible written coursework case reports, compiling the horrendous and enormous student formulary, which is just a giant list of 180 drugs and everything you might want to know about them, and completing all the clinical skills for the year. Which I made difficult for myself by losing my skills book in December, and having to start all over again in February. April – one week of placement, one week full-time revision (“vacation” is a lie), two weeks organised revision with lectures etc, then final exams. May – final exams, one week off, which isn’t really when you have a re-take in June looming, then placements and/or intensive revision for the re-take. June – more intensive revision, re-take final exam, then more placements as required.
I hope that makes clear that my requirement for some actual time off is not me being pathetic. The only time off I’ll have had all year, the only time off since August last year, was one week in January. Not enough to maintain sanity.
<br /><br />Anyway, my main point is that two weeks is unlikely to be enough to re-learn how to be a human being. Or to fully catch up on sleep and learn how to sleep properly again (I can't remember when I last had a good night's sleep). Especially not two weeks involving moving house and beginning to become slightly petrified about actually having people’s lives as my responsibility.<br /><br />
So failing and having three months off becomes more and more appealing. Which might explain my total and complete lack of motivation for revision and working and any kind of real exam preparation.
<br /><br />The other possibility is failing the big one and re-taking it in November, which would give me five months between the last June exam and the re-take in November, a little time to re-gain my sense of human. And the best bit – no commitments between November and the following July. Seven+ months in which to go nuts and have a great time, go travelling, well and truly re-learn how to be a human being and maybe even how to be a good one. Put it into practice.
<br /><br />The only reason not to go ahead with this genius plan is that I’d lose my <a href="http://tryingtobeamedicalstudent.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/and-good-news.html">academic foundation programme</a>. Which is potentially my passport to whatever post-graduate training I want, and an overall good career. Seems a shame to forgo that.
There’s also the issue that I’d have to do all of the exams all over again, but I think doing them a year later (or even five months later with the November option) and with some pre-existing knowledge, I’d stand a much better chance.
<br /><br />Maybe the academic place is a good thing, as it’s the only thing really keeping me going. Though it’s not doing a very good job of that at all, since I’ve been averaging less than two hours work a day this week. Admittedly there have been some revision lectures, and I spent yesterday at a revision course (watch this space for a review) but even so, an hour or two a day is pathetic. And nowhere near enough to pass the big ones.
<br /><br />But despite the incentive of the academic place, I can’t really bring myself to care.
I imagine if I do fail, I’ll look back at this post with great regret and think about what an idiot I was. Whilst enjoying my three month long holiday, becoming a better person, and having a great time…
<br /><br />Maybe this is all just because I can’t in any way envisage myself passing (the last time I passed all my exams including practical ones was four years ago, and I’ve got a lot less good since then), so rather than dwelling on that negative, I’m looking for the silver linings in the, what currently feels inevitable, failure. It’s a shame the silver linings seem so tempting.
<br />And that the academic programme isn’t as much of a carrot as I had hoped. Anyone have any tips on where to find motivation when all you need is some time off? I’ve already tried down the back of the sofa, and it wasn’t there.
<br /><br />(Feels a bit silly asking for tips, when no one's ever commented on anything in the year and a half history of this blog... maybe I need to find some readers, an audience. If you've read this, share it?)TTBA(v)JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09403617644754471234noreply@blogger.com0