I'm alive! I'm just reserving my free time for sleeeping, instead of blogging, which is why I haven't updated.
I started Internal Medicine yesterday, which seems like forever ago, considering that I was on call my first day (Surprise!) and my first day off is September 8. So...yeah.
Since we had a call day yesterday, we didn't have a normal day of rounding until today.
After examining my first patient yesterday, I wrote my first H&P, but the intern that was helping me was MIA with a patient when I left yesterday. Plus, since we have these dumb mandatory morning meetings from 8-8:30 a.m. twice a week (Doctors, can I please get a witness that that is the most inconvenient time EVER to have to leave your team and go focus on something else before rounding?), I didn't get to talk to him before presenting during rounds this morning. In fact, I sort of winged it on my H&P yesterday and I printed out my report for good measure on rounds. I didn't think that we were actually allowed to read/reference the report, but apparently that's how things work at this hospital.
As for my presentation?
It was bad. Like, the attending interrupted me at least four times to tell me that I was not talking about the correct thing. Like, the other medical students did that awkward look away thing because they were having sympathy pains. Like, my intern should not have let me open my mouth.
Later that afternoon in the team room, the other medical students (two MSIIIs and two AIs/MSIVs) on my team rallied around me in a touching display of solidarity, giving me advice and telling me to just shake it off. Except...I didn't even think it was that bad.
You guys, my team was traumatized, and I was not! Compared to all of the other bullshit I usually deal with at my medical school, it really was no big deal. The attending was nice about it, her comments were pertinent, and this is my first rotation. This was my first patient presentation EVER.
Perhaps I'm just going into this knowing that it's supposed to be a learning experience, so let's LEARN, people. Or maybe I really have been abused and mistreated by people who cannot be named on this blog. Who knows?
Anyway, it's way past my bedtime, because I chose to workout this afternoon instead of getting my butt home to eat, prep for tomorrow, sleep, and repeat. I'm happier when I workout, though, and maybe less sucky on rounds tomorrow. We'll see.