vitum medicinus ::: a life of medicine: Addicted to learning?
I just watched that movie 28 weeks later, on the advice of a friend who told me the first one was really good.
Too bad this one wasn't.
"Man, finals are comin' up on me just like this."
It's pretty overwhelming. We've got 10 exams coming up that we have to write in a single week, and it doesn't seem like there's enough time to learn everything. Best of all, I just spent the whole weekend at a conference that was probably really relevant to my future career but I didn't get a whole lot of studying done.
The thing is though, yes I'm overwhelmed, yes, a lot of people around me are more stressed out than they've ever been, and yes, finals are coming up behind me like a pack of rabid zombies, but I can't say I'm hating it.
In fact, I'll be sad when school is over. I enjoy going to class on Monday mornings and finally being able to attend lectures that are almost all directly relevant to what my future holds, unlike my undergrad experience. I love the amazing stories and experiences that I've been able to be a part of already and the countless ones inevitably coming up ahead.
I'm a little sad we have to stop classes for the summer. I can't wait for the fall.
But most of all, I've really enjoyed the people I've gotten to know since August. I've really had a lot of fun getting to know my friends in my class (both medical and dental students!). It's a good thing my class is full of quality people, seeing as how I have hardly seen anybody outside of class for a while and I am starting to really miss my friends and family outside of med school.
This weekend some doctors were telling me that medicine can be addicting. I heard about an old doctor who is in his eighties and goes to the coffee shop every morning and chat with his friends...and take all their blood pressures. One of them told me that a patient came in because that old doc had sent her in. "He took my blood pressure at the golf course, and told me I should come see you." The doctor asked her, "Was he roaming the golf course with a sphygmomanometer?" She replied, "No, he was in his car in the parking lot; he told me to come over so he could check my blood pressure." Damn, that guy's addicted.
It's almost funny how hard I worked to be able to work this hard all over again - MCAT, applications, scraping for percents in my undergrad courses, the interview process - and now it's all about finals, studying, sleepless nights, looming evaluation.
It gets better. About a year and a half from now when I start clerkship, it will be like being thrown to the wolves, wandering the wards with a seemingly inverse relationship between my knowledge level and the amount of responsibility I have.
Call me crazy, but I can't wait.
See you on the golf course in 60 years.
"No, he was in his car in the parking lot; he told me to come over so he could check my blood pressure."
Either addicted or a really sneaky way of getting close to a woman without sounding overly creepy.
As for 28 weeks later. I agree. It sucked. 28 days later was good. Not great. But good, the story was a little flimsy but it's not really really flimsy.
Just make the most of your 'down' time.
"I heard about an old doctor who is in his eighties and goes to the coffee shop every morning and chat with his friends...and take all their blood pressures."
That's too funny. I can understand the addiction though, in some strange way. All last semester I waited anxiously for Tuesdays and Thursdays, because that was when I had my musculoskeletal anatomy class. The prof was amazing and usually spent half the lecture teaching us all kinds of tricks for clinical practice, all that were loosely related to the lecture topic but all very interesting (on the day we were talking about the ribs and sternum he taught us all about putting in chest tubes, for example). I was totally hooked on his class and was SO sad when it finished.