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			Nobody wears a white coat any more... ...a tribute to becoming a doctor.

ayradyss


	Ouch.
	This morning, Surgery. He looks up at me. "So where does the blood supply to the ovaries come from?" Panic. And, O Best Beloved, he flayed my forgotten anatomy open in all its hideous glory. I don't remember anything. Nothing. It has been many months since a surgical rotation, and I was never very good at vascular anatomy and when he glanced over the surgical mask and in a cool and unruffled tone commented This is basic anatomy. It is. And there's no excuse for forgetting it, not really. So I'm scrambling on the hunt for my Netter and my anatomy book, peering at Gray's, and generally feeling like an all-around first-year idiot again. Plus, the patient delivered about fifteen minutes before I could grab the OB and ask to observe. How's your day, O Best Beloved? now feeling:: crushed

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	From: daimones	Date: February 7th, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)
	Are you allowed to be a smart-ass?

The heart!

*hugs* You're just bad at rote memorization, nothing to be ashamed of there. You make up for it elsewhere.

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	From: ayradyss	Date: February 7th, 2005 10:49 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)
	Re: Are you allowed to be a smart-ass?

Still feel about thisbig ||

Missed you last night, I know you had to work.

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	From: pwwka	Date: February 7th, 2005 07:06 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)

Drawing images of the vascular structure helped me recall anatomy-- at the very least, perhaps purchasing one of those coloring books...

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	From: ayradyss	Date: February 7th, 2005 10:48 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)

Yeah, I've got one around here somewhere :P
But I still can't draw.

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	From: pwwka	Date: February 8th, 2005 12:14 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)

You know, I could get out my Gray's and draw snippets for you-- which you could then proceed to tape to the wall in a checkerboard pattern. ::grins:: Still have one of those? I'm sure you haven't run out of artsy friends who draw snippets. :)

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	From: ayradyss	Date: February 8th, 2005 12:49 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)

I have a few, though not so many now. :(

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	From: serennig	Date: February 7th, 2005 10:06 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)

I felt like that just about every day on surgery. The most frustrating is when I can see it in my mind but can't remember the names of things and connections. Well no. The most frustrating is actually when I draw a complete blank and remember nothing at all, except for that I used to know it... once.

I got a great set of Netter flash cards which I found enormously helpful at that point. They apparently come for the Palm as well.

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	From: ayradyss	Date: February 7th, 2005 10:48 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)

And he asked me about the ligaments of the uterus.
"And the cardinal, and please don't try to jog my memory on where it attaches, because I evidently don't have one."

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From: dr_bobbie	Date: February 8th, 2005 12:26 pm (UTC)		(etched in stone)

You'll have those, Nykki! I don't remember my Anatomy, either, and I aced the course. Not a single thing. Oi.

If you don't use it, you lose it. And the docs know it. Don't beat yourself up.

Then again, if it was me, I'd have done the same thing. ;)

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	From: coanteen	Date: February 9th, 2005 04:37 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)

what is this "anatomy" thing y'all keep talking about?

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