Just lying on my bed after discussion thinking of how tomorrow will be. See, I'm embarking on the last lap of my journey as a medical student. Postings start tomorrow and I'm reluctantly eager....what an oxymoron. Well, I'm eager because I just can't wait to be a doctor, fulfill my dreams, help those in need blah blah blah. But I'm reluctant because any medical student will definitely tell you postings can be a pain in the *** sometimes. Typical scenario:
Consultant: so, what is boehaave's syndrome?
1st student: sir I don't know
Consultant: 'eziokwu' ehn hen, next student
2nd student: sir, I can't really remember (me in my head, 'I bet he never knew')
Consultant: I don't believe this, and you all say you are in final year? Are you sure you will become doctor's in six months? You know it's not about when you start your last programme but when you pass your papers. Well, if you don't know I won't tell you, look it up. Hmmm, final year. Biko, keee the next patient.
Hmmm, another wash down, but at this stage, I guess we would be all used to it but the difference is, while 2 years ago I would have felt like entering the ground because I was embarrassed during the rounds because I didn't know a question, this time around I am challenged to go read that thing up and more because after the next six months I would no longer be dealing with mannequins or cadavers but with real humans with families hopes, so any mistake could mean changing others people's lives forever and most likely, negatively. I vow, I have to know what I'd be asked next time so I've got to read....but forget sha, e no too easy. Speaking of which...gat to go, tomorrow is conference. May come back with stories but hope it won't be like the above.
Ciao.
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