Got to Indy for my OSCE this morning. I left at 5 in the morning, early, and somehow took my Angel's keys instead of my own. As both keyrings have the keys to both cars, this would not be a problem...except that there is only one key to the S's house, and that is on my keyring. I came back home instead of staying at school to work on my personal statement and my various FM Interest Group things (we were not at the medical student council meeting; all our leaders were on call and out of town. We will not get funding for this year) and now I will have to leave at, oh, about 4-4:30 tomorrow morning. It's Peds Surgery all over again.
I am listening to a lovely book called Jupiter's Bones, by Faye Kellerman, so the time passes relatively quickly, but I am fast approaching the end of it and I am out of books on CD, again. I shall have to return to the library.
OSCE, O Best Beloved, stands for Objective Standardized Clinical Exam. It consists of seven stations, each with a standardized patient lurking inside. These are clinical encounters, based on real situations. I am not supposed to talk about them. They were realistic encounters, for the most part; I found my talk with a "pregnant" lady a particularly difficult suspension of disbelief, but I forged on. It was not that they were so very difficult (save the fifteen minutes I had to establish rapport with a teenage patient who didn't want to be there, at which I failed miserably) as that I am terrified by the assessment situation. I always think of what I should have done as I am typing up the note outside the door. Too late to go back in now.
Tomorrow, 0700, $community_hospital ER. I will be happy to see patients again; I like ER work. I like being able to put it down and go home at the end of a shift. I would like ER work more, but I need continuity of care and rapport with my patients.
And I'm almost done with my personal statement.