Lately, I've felt that extra tug by the little imp known as "Medicine." Lemme tell you about her. She's someone I've known for a few years. She allured me with promises of never ending challenges, the mix of emphathy and evidence-based scientific thought, personalism and of course, job security. It's a love-hate relationship with her. There are moments when all I throw myself into a relationship with - sometimes willingly, sometimes unwillingly - and there are MANY times when it feels so good to keep my distance.
I'm now studying for my step 3 exam, and I'm experiencing deja-vu... it takes me back to medical school, where I was able to study all day, every day. I was proud on those days when my "study stamina" would reach unprecented heights and I seemed to break new records with each passing day that brought me closer to that exam.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but still I do remember those marathon days. I remember one day, studying on the 3rd floor of Baylor around 10 or 11 at night, and all of a sudden I hear one of my classmates running down the hall yelling, "We're learning! We're LEARNING!"
So now I'm studying for the step 3, and I have as much stamina as a sloth.
It feels like torture.
I mean, really, why should I have to know that ankylosing spondylitis is associated with HLA 27 or that multiple myeloma can cause a hyperviscosity syndrome. I'm a third year pediatric resident! Why can't I watch Dancing with the Stars in peace without feeling the imp's tug?
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