- Your complete physical exam takes 0.5-2 minutes, and yes, "CN II-XII are grossly intact" despite everyone trying to knock that phrase out of you for three years.
- You still don't remember the difference between all those inherited immunodeficiencies or all those freaking rashes with fever.
- You bring beer with you on study nights.
- You have no idea what to do with all those index cards.
- You do not have the attention span for anything longer than a bullet point.
- You avoid the MS1s because their whining makes you violent.
- "High yield" is now too superfluous to be in your regular vocabulary.
- You avoid the soon-to-be MS3s because they trigger your PTSD.
- You are no longer ashamed - and have accepted the soulessness - of the fact that you are unable to hold a conversation about anything other than medicine.
- You avoid pre-meds because they send you down a spiraling existential crisis.
- You no longer have any reservations about "popping a pill" to feel better.
- You still can't see the fundus. This further fuels the nagging voice in your head that's been telling you for the last 3 years that you got into medical school by accident.
- You are so addicted to caffeine that you find yourself popping Excedrin just so that you can have enough energy to hike up a hill.
- You can sleep anywhere, anytime.
- When people complain about their 40 hour work week, you fake sympathy while having flashbacks of delirium-induced trips you experienced after your 30+ hour call days.
- You avoid interns because they remind you that you known nothing, have not yet really suffered, and have nothing to complain about.
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2 comments:
Great post. Tag this one for sure :)
Yup - I do every single one of those things... okay, I think I'm going to go cry now :)
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