Sunday, January 15, 2012

To Be Exact

Heading into the second week of internship, there was only one conclusion that I have drawn from the two hectic shifts in ED, that is, I need to be exact.

It sounds like one of those wise advice coming from the older and wiser generation that we all invariably let pass from one ear and out the other, or inside of a crumbled Chinese fortune cookie, but I've found that the way I've been learning in the past few years have not been enough. My mum warned me before starting med school once that "the practice od medicine is not like your exams", she said, "you can't learn for exams as you've been doing so far in your student career, you need to pay attention to minute details. Passing may be fine for exams, but with a real patient, it needs to be 100% every time." I understood what she meant, but I didn't really understand until now.

I am very rusty with my history and examination having been on holiday since November last year, and not properly worked up a patient for the longest time. I realize that there's truth in what the clinical tutors keeping telling us, 90% of diagnosis can be made on history alone, exams and investigations are only there to confirm your differentials. I am finding myself going back to the basics and learning to take a proper history again. Let's hope I will be able to catch up soon.

There's no doubt about the steep learning curve. I walked around ED with a constant dazed look on my face, and countless deer in the headlight moments with consultants. The worst of all, mind blanks when it comes to making referrals to registrars. I told a surg reg that my male patient is having PV bleeding, and after being ridiculed for the obvious stupidity, I could not for the life of me recall the term PR for a good minute, and eventually broke the silent with "he's bleeding from the back side..." Were there any spades around , I'd have dug a big hole and buried my head in it.

Anyway, tomorrow will be a new day, I hope it will all come back to me before they realize how big a fool I am.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

First Day

This is it. I have waited this moment my whole life. When answering the question of 'what I want to be when I grow up', all good little boys and girls at some stage in their lives, answer with enthusiastic passion that they want to be a doctor and take care of sick people. Being an apparently banana Asian nerd and having a doctor daddy, I too had wanted to be a doctor since I was still a blastula of omnipotent stem cells dividing away.

The past four years had gone by quickly. I was still getting over the surprise of Med school acceptance letter, then with a blink of an eye, I was walking across the stage with a smirk on my face and a degree in my hands. No, not just the past four years, I have been preparing for this my whole life. I have dreamed the dream, taken the Oath, now my time to get on the court.

Tomorrow morning I will wake up early, walk into the hospital where I've been calling home for the past 4 years as a different person. I will have a different badge, a different power, a different responsibility. I will start a brand new era of my life, turn a blank new page. Despite all the sexy medical dramas on TV and rosy fantasies that people have about the profession; I am going to find out for myself, first hand, what's it like to be an intern. Tomorrow.

Right now I just need to hope that I fall asleep tonight.