Maybe the day will come when I’m not giddy-excited about experiencing a “first”, but today was not that day.
Today I spent four hours with 3rd and 4th year medical students for their weekly didactic session. Living in a small town, I wasn’t sure what to expect. After all, small town means small hospital and small teaching program, so I tried to have “realistic expectations” not even knowing what that might mean.
At the same time, I was hugely honored by being asked to participate.
Four hours hashing through cases, asking and answering questions, participating in an intense brain-storming session coming up with differential diagnoses and treatment options, analyzing the diagnostic tests used, listening to some serious “constructive criticism” directed to those who presented cases. I realized I am beginning to actually know some stuff… a technical term for sure (ha!) but more-so an emotional experience when I realized I was participating in a discussion and understood the science and service of what was going on.
There are so many ‘bits’ to this journey that, taken together, will help mold me into someone called a physician. Some days are just “keep plugging away” days – the hours and hours of lectures and charts and pictures and pathways and diseases and treatments. Then there are the over-the-top days when I get to serve – when I can “practice” by being up close and personal with real patients with real problems and I have the chance to serve. The third part of this amazing journey is these unanticipated intense learning opportunities – chances to participate and grow on a level I never even knew possible.
For all the years – decades – that I’ve tried to imagine what it would really be like to do this, I never once came even close to imagining how wonderful it would be to be a medical student.
Full of wonder.
Best description ever.