I really fucking hate the beginning of the semester. Today, however, was not just the beginning of the semester, but the beginning of the Clinical Years, so it was everything I hated about the last two years of orientation–and so much more!
My day:
8:00 AM–I arrive at the first meeting of the Medicine/Surgery Clerkship, dressed in full doctor regalia (shirt and tie, white coat, etc.). We are given the syllabus for the Surgery half, after which the course director gets up and–just like EVERY FUCKING CLASS I have ever taken-- spends 30 minutes reading the syllabus to us. If I ever teach at this level, and I hope I do, please shoot me if I do that. I will hand out the syllabus and say, “Read over this, and let me know if you have any questions.”
8:30 AM–The Medicine course director, they tell us, is on vacation in Florida. Hot Damn! No read-along hour! I would be so lucky. No, Dr. Griffith was kind enough to make a VIDEOTAPE of himself going over the syllabus for 45 minutes. I contempate death.
9:15 AM–We’re done. “Oh, you’re not actually seeing patients or meeting your residents and attendings until Wednesday”, they tell us. “Why did all of you get so dressed up?” someone asks. Someone slaps the person who said that, at least in my fantasy. Fortunately, I’m only a 20-minute stroll from home, so I can go change before our full afternoon of Third Year Orientation in the crowded lecture hall begins at 1:00.
1:00–We fill out paperwork. I correct my personal information yet again, hoping that this time they figure out that I’m not married. I understand this set of rules. I understand that policy. I agree with this nomination. On and on and on…
1:45-3:30–Various lectures on Professionalism. Don’t get me wrong, professionalism is important, and I am one of the biggest advocates of a patient-centered approach. I don’t, however, think that lectures about professionalism have any effect–those who would be professional would be anyway, and those who would not will not be despite the lecture. A fine example of a 2-hour lecture when a “here, read this policy” would have sufficed.
Four different people lectured, and all of their talks could be summed up as “Put the patient first, and don’t be an asshole.” I begged the person sitting next to me to kill me.
3:30-4:15–a lecture on how to write in charts. Somebody alert the media–it’s actual useful information! This can’t be!
4:15-5:00–an unintentionally humorous lecture on How To Maintain Your Health And Well-Being During The Clinical Years. His bottom line–1.)get plenty of sleep, 2.)eat right, 3.)spend time with your friends and family, and 4.)take time out for yourself. “Of course, we don’t give you nearly enough time to do any of that, between the late call and the 6:45AM M&M conferences, but we just like you to know what you’re missing,” he didn’t say.
Tomorrow, starting at 8:00 AM, we do it all again! Two hours on blood-borne pathogens! Yay! Not only have we all passed a rather tough microbiology course, not only have we sat through the same two-hour lecture before each of the last two years, but we are required to carry a card with us with all the pertinent information on it at all times. Yes, two fun-filled hours that boil down to, “Don’t stick yourself with a needle.”
Yes, I realize that all this is important information and that we need to have it. I’m just bitching–that’s what the pit is for, right? I do think that today could have lasted about two hours, total, but no one asked me.
Dr. J
PS: I’ll probably write/rant about school more as the year goes on. I want to write about it, and I’m more inclined to write to the SDMB than my journal for some reason.