I sat for my shelf exam in Psychiatry today. That concludes medical school for me. I have to get ACLS certified tomorrow and take the second part of the USMLE (the clincal skills exam, I’ll study around 3 hours for it) in mid May, get a few forms signed, and that’s it until graduation on May 23.
Yesterday, I said goodbye to my old friend Ben Taub. Today, to the fourth floor testing rooms. Tomorrow, to the third floor conference rooms (where my ACLS class will be). And Monday, to the rest of the school when I turn in my badge.
I started medical school, 22 years old and fresh out of UT Austin, on July 31, 1997. Nobody had heard of Monica Lewinsky. The WWW was still a pretty limited thing – Internet Explorer was the default web browser for Windows only late in 1996, and IE 4.0 was released in 9/1997. Gas, in Houston, dipped to $0.99 a gallon, if I remember correctly. Clinton fired some cruise missiles at some upstart named bin Laden. I left medical school in July 1999, did my PhD. Joined the SDMB sometime in 2001, around the time the Concorde crashed. I returned to medical school in April of last year in order to finish up my 1 year of requirements. 9 years of postgraduate education.
I realized today that not only do I predate much of the faculty at my school, but I predate many of the Texas Medical Center buildings – the TMC Commons, the new Alkek building, much of MD Anderson, the new mouse facility, Texas Heart, the Texas Children’s expansion, and all of the new buildings that they are building now. I ambu bagged vent patients on Y2K drills and been on standby overnight on the millenium. I’ve seen it through the biggest disaster in Houston history (TS Allison), as well as the smaller flood in 11/2003. I was here, in the Astrodome, Astroarena, and Convention Center after Katrina. I’ve watched the TMC and Baylor reach out and absorb another medical school (Tulane) and associated residency programs, staff, and patients. They are mostly leaving now. And I, finally, will too.
It was a valuable experience, if not about 3 years too long. I feel old now, though, and arguable the hardest part is about to begin. Personal milestone accomplished and noted. I’d burn my short white coat as catharsis but interns wear short coats at my next stop and I may find some use for them still (after pulling off the Baylor patch and bleaching them a couple of times).