Thursday, April 03, 2008

Class subject

"Hi, Kim. Can I ask you for a favor?" were the first words spoken by a doctor teaching at the medical school when he came into my room yesterday afternoon . I agreed to be a subject to his 3rd year medical students who are currently following neuro cases. This explained why I was being hassled by a medical student before I was admitted on Monday. He said that they would be on the floor between 3-4, but like everything that goes on in the hospital, they were late. (*tisk tisk* late to class!). The medical student came in and first asked my dad for permission. My father wasn't in the room when the doctor came and asked me, so he was sort of confused. I told him that I told the teacher that it was ok. I quickly gave an evil look towards the medical student because he really should have asked me. I'm staying on a pediatric floor but that does not mean that I'm not an adult. I totally don't like the medical student that's reviewing my case. He fits into the medical student stereotype; acting like a know-it-all. Earlier that day, he spent about 5 minutes explaining the causes of diarrhea after asking me how my stool was. Anyways, the doctor came in and told the class to come in. There were 8 or 9 of them.The doctor asked them what they noticed about me. They seemed a bit reluctant participating. After that, he asked who wanted to exam me (anyone but the student that was already following me). The only dude that was answering stepped up to the plate. Medical students are hard on patients. I think it's because they don't know how to act around them yet or that they're just eager to see what happens if they go a bit overboard. When I couldn't follow his finger to the left all the way he snapped his fingers which made me sort of mad. If you named my symptoms and you gave the right diagnosis, you should know how my eyes work. This other guy that was standing in front of me seemed like the only one that had patient sympathy (he was the only student that thanked me after the whole thing and asked a few questions about my weakness instead of acting like I was some lab rat). There was this Asian dude in the back that asked a question but I totally zoned out because he and the teacher started talking in medical jargon. The doctor asked me if I had any questions. I wanted to ask something to give them a hard time, but I was more eager for them to leave, so I said no. The medical student that was following me told the class about my medical history and that I was a second year biochem major at UCD (acting all proud that he was capable of memorizing facts about me). The teacher suddenly beamed at me and told me he went to UCD too. One of the med students followed with a "YAY! Me too!" After 15 minutes of interrogation they finally left. My med student had to pop his head back in to tell me he would see me soon. Ugh....he's always smiling even when he's just standing doing nothing. Annoys the crap out of me. I'm ok with happy people but not happy-happy people. He doesn't act perky (well sort of) but it's weird if you're just smiling all the time.
I hate being in the spotlight but I agreed to letting the class review my case because I want to see how clinical rounds were like. Of course it's different in a patient's point of view, but I learned some stuff while they were there. Even though I'm working on being a pre-pharm, med school has never left my mind. If I set my mind to it I know I can if I really want to be a doctor. A lot of people would support me (not my family...they don't want me to tire out). I don't think my heart would be in it 100% though. If pharmacy turns out not to be the right career for me, I think I can still scrap by in finishing stuff. However, say I succeeded in getting into med school and it turns out not to be right for me; I think I would become deeply depressed and frustrated with myself. Doctors can have lives outside of their career, but it usually revolves around health. That's good if you're 100% passionated and devoted to it. In my case, I know I'm not and I can't.
Nursing crossed my mind a few times, but I think I would end up hating it. Patient contact is fun and exciting but not when you have to deal with them complaining, whining, moaning, and crying. Not to mention you have to sometimes deal with pissed off family members and friends.
I want patient contact and to be part of health team, so I'm beginning trust that pharmacy is the right path. I'll have to do a little more investigating on the career though.

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