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Stream of consciousness - Nobody wears a white coat any more... — LiveJournal
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
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"God" is my angel, logging in from work.

Vita> God...when you get in the shower...can you try not to take the outer curtain in with you? :)
God (THP) hmms... Ok. Although I didn't think I had been. ;)
Vita> Every morning when I go to take my shower, the corner is tucked into the tub :)
God (THP)> And every morning when I get in the shower its tucked in too. And I pull it out.
Apparently the house has gremlins. Or nisseman, which is more likely.

Long day today. Medicine class is meeting in the afternoon again. Ethics, from 1 to 4. Mrph. I'd rather be working on my studying than listening to another lecture, how sad is that?

Path lab exam score: 77%. Not as well as I'd wanted, but above passing. Good enough, considering my state of burnt-out-ness when I took the blasted thing. A few pages to go before I have all the pharm notes done for the exam Friday. Think tonight...tonight I'm going to organise the antibiotics (Viva la Revolution!)...

From a review from the Step 1 Medical Boards review book:
Reviewer: A reader from UCSF San Francisco CA
Sorry to say it but med school and residencies are all about the numbers. Yeah we like to talk about personal skills and the importance of dr-patient relationships and such, but in the end if you don't got a 240 then forget about radiology and if you can't get a 250 then forget about ortho and if you can post a 260 then plastics isn't for you, you will just have to be content making 90K a year as a pediatrician.
So if you to just be a pediatrician or internist then go ahead and study for step 1 with First Aid. Just remember that every other uptight med student is memorizing it also. If you want to get into a competitive residency (ie if you want to be making the Benjamins once you are done) then you better not use this book as a primary review. You will be smoked by the competition.
Peace Out!

I went into medical school to help people.
I went into medical school because I want to heal.
I went into medical school to serve, to uplift, to inspire.
I want to be a doctor because doctors make a difference, because doctors are people who are respected - not for their wealth and their power, but for their achievements, because doctors make people well.
I am not working my ass off "for the benjamins". I am content to make a "mere 90K a year". Hell...I'm content to make half that - all I want is enough to support my family.
It's assholes like that reviewer who have given doctors such a bad name - who have tainted this profession with cynicism and coldness - who have built a wall between physician and patient so high that the only bridge to be seen is one of lawsuits and hostility - whose relentless pursuit of their green-paper gods, their Mercedes-Benzes, their expensive habits and surrealistic vacations when and wherever they want has blighted their healing and ours. It's assholes like that reviewer who have helped to drive malpractise insurance costs so high that in Las Vegas, premiums as high as $200,000 per year drove every orthopedic surgeon in town out of business. In Texas, there are 101 counties with no obstetrician at all (out of 254), probably more by now. 8.1 percent of the nearly a thousand babies born in Texas each day have received little to no prenatal care. Because OB/Gyn practicioners have some of the highest malpractise insurance rates of all. Because patients don't know how to communicate their anger, their fear, their frustration to a doctor whose so-called colleagues have helped to create a golden pedestal and surround it with a wall of distance. Because it's all about the benjamins. Because nobody wants to just be a pediatrician. Or just be an internist. God forbid that the focus of medicine should be healing. God forbid we should live up to the Hippocratic oath...


I swear by Apollo Physician and Asclepius and Hygieia and Panaceia and all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfil according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant:
To hold him who has taught me this art as equal to my parents and to live my life in partnership with him, and if he is in need of money to give him a share of mine, and to regard his offspring as equal to my brothers in male lineage and to teach them this art - if they desire to learn it - without fee and covenant; to give a share of precepts and oral instruction and all the other learning to my sons and to the sons of him who has instructed me and to pupils who have signed the covenant and have taken an oath according to the medical law, but no one else.
I will apply dietetic measures for the benefit of the sick according to my ability and judgment; I will keep them from harm and injustice.
I will neither give a deadly drug to anybody who asked for it, nor will I make a suggestion to this effect. Similarly I will not give to a woman an abortive remedy. In purity and holiness I will guard my life and my art.
I will not use the knife, not even on sufferers from stone, but will withdraw in favor of such men as are engaged in this work.
Whatever houses I may visit, I will come for the benefit of the sick, remaining free of all intentional injustice, of all mischief and in particular of sexual relations with both female and male persons, be they free or slaves.
What I may see or hear in the course of the treatment or even outside of the treatment in regard to the life of men, which on no account one must spread abroad, I will keep to myself, holding such things shameful to be spoken about.
If I fulfil this oath and do not violate it, may it be granted to me to enjoy life and art, being honored with fame among all men for all time to come; if I transgress it and swear falsely, may the opposite of all this be my lot.


Dear Mr. Reader from UCSF San Francisco CA:
Fuck you. Get out of my profession.

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