i just finished two of the most painful weeks of my medical school career, which is rather impressive considering that i’d already survived 3rd year. if you have talked to me at all in the last couple weeks you’ve already heard me complain.
the first shock of the rotation was the prospect of having to do H&Ps after finishing rounds at 5 pm. the typical workday ended about 7 or 8 pm, and i kept asking myself why i was working AI hours. okay, so i had long hours. not the ideal 4th year elective, but i like working in the hospital anyway, so it’d be okay, right?
apparently not if your attending is someone whose mere mention draws instantaneous shudders and looks of pity for the poor students under her tutelage. or someone who one of my classmates cleverly compared to meryl streep’s character from The Devil Wears Prada.
i will refrain from retelling all the stories of medical student mistreatment endured these past 2 weeks (culture of medicine –> build a thick skin), but here are a few gems:
“it’s like pulling teeth” – in reference to my constantly interrupted presentation (interrupted by who?)
“what medical school do you guys go to?” – rhetorical question she posed after realizing our pharmacology was weak
“i’m not sure if you’re getting anything out of rounds” – because we’re just dumb idiots sitting there silently and not understanding anything.
and there’s so much much more.
she definitely beats the previous holder of the title of Snidest Unnecessary Comments
surgery attending to the intern: “you’re not a medical student anymore, you know”