Amazingly, I’ve managed to not post here for almost all of third year. I think that speaks to the nature of this year vs. the other years of med school….
As I am currently on my last rotation (!!!), here are some things running through my mind as of late:
1) It really is tiring. – I don’t claim to be the most physically fit person ever, but I know even my running-every-day-and-I-love-crossfit classmates are pooped out. Last Sunday, I literally slept all day. The last time I did this was when I had swine flu in my first year of college, and then before then it was when I was still acutely ill! You really do get pushed to your physical limit, I think. Weeks/months of the minimal amount of sleep, eating at odd times (and sometimes not eating at all), working weird hours and thus messing up that circadian rhythm that I spent a year of my life researching, always having to be on your A-game… yep. Those things take a toll, for sure.
2) “Being a human” becomes harder and harder. – This is what I call any attempts a med student tries to be normal and assimilate into the “real world”. Prior to winter break, a bunch of us were at dinner and reflecting on how we all use medical jargon (and I wouldn’t even call it jargon) in our daily speak now. Just a few weeks ago, we were talking about how people can have benign vs. malignant personalities. I don’t think the #normal person speaks that way. I’ve also found it harder to communicate with my family about what I do and my non-med school friends (example: I’ve sent a ton of snapchats while dallying around in the OR waiting for room turnovers, and I get responses from “I hear you” [other med school friends] to “OMG I can’t believe you’re on your phone in the OR, that’s so not sterile!” [hon, not everything is sterile in the OR, and obviously I am not texting you if I am scrubbed in] to “why are you awake so early?”). I’ve also turned into one of those people I swore I would not become – people who only seem to be able to talk about medicine. *sigh*
3) I seriously can’t believe how fast time is flying. – Second years are asking me about Step 1 advice, which still feels like something that only happened a few months ago. In one year, I’ll be done with interviewing for my future job and career. In one year and a few months, I’ll know what I am doing with my life and where it’ll be. And soon after that, I’ll be “Dr LV”. And then… I’ll be making decisions that I have no qualification to make. I’ll somehow know all these things about proper dosage of medications, running a code, being able to talk to family because they’re requesting to speak to an MD, etc. I mentioned before that I thought that once I got into med school, it’d be like boarding a train that just keeps going without stops, and it feels truer every day. As much as I love what I’m doing, sometimes I do wonder if I’m missing out on something (esp. with #2). I keep finding all these books I wish I had time to read. I pin shamelessly all the places I wish I had time and money to go to (I’ve had to turn down family trips to so many places while in school that I want to cry). I just feel so YOUNG to almost be a doctor. It’s mind-boggling.
4) I’m so lucky I knew myself going into med school. – This is a lot harder for me to write about here since some of my friends might think I’m judging them. I’m not. I think everyone deserves to make their own choices. But third year especially has separated those that I think really got what medicine was and those who didn’t. Thankfully, most of them are in the former group, but I know of at least a few people who are now thinking that they may not even want to do residency after graduating because they don’t want to practice medicine at all. Or those who are willing to do so only because they have this humongous debt to pay off but actually derive no satisfaction in it. I find that all so sad, partially because I was very close to not being accepted into med school, and it’s hard for me to think that there are folks who were lucky enough to get in and then aren’t planning on actually being doctors anymore. I also feel sad for my classmates because they really did have to work their butts off to get here and then to find out that they aren’t happy with this choice… what a nightmare.
I’m so happy I picked the right thing for myself, though. I knew all the downsides of medicine going in, and even though I’ve realized more and more of them while being a third year, they’ve never deterred me from still loving what I do almost obsessively. Literally one of my friends just texted me, and I told him that I had a day off. He responded with: “What? A day off for you? On surgery??? Are you feeling okay?” I mean, I really live and breathe this stuff (read: I’ve lost two relationships with significant others that I thought could be my partner-in-crime-future-husband because I’ve loved/prioritized medicine more than them) so I guess his suggestion wasn’t THAT surprising. So yeah, it’s almost the end of the hardest year in med school, and I’m still getting that reaction, and I’m still taking extra hours just cause I feel so privileged I get to.
On that similar note, I also called it from day 1 what I was going to do with my life! I always knew I wanted to be a surgeon. I think initially, I was, like everyone else, drawn to the glamour of being The Surgeon, but even in my premed years I discovered real reasons why I liked surgery. And yet I still went into med school and especially third year trying to be open to other possibilities because (1) I didn’t want to be the person who was so narrow-minded and pissed everyone else off, and (2) I didn’t want to maybe pass up on something that could be my actual life’s passion. I’m really glad I did that because I really did enjoy my inpatient pediatric, EM, and cardiology rotations (in fact, cards made me really question the surgery path for a very long time). However, now that I am finally in my surgery block, it’s like coming home to your long lost lover. It just feels so right and makes me so happy. Yes, there are totally mean attendings. Yes, the hours suck. Yes, I’m tired and hungry all the time. But I love the OR. When I’m stressed, tired, sad, the only thing that can ALWAYS cheer me up is being in the operating room. I dig beautiful dissections. I love putting my hands on organs. I derive huge satisfaction by being in the right fascial plane. Blood bursting everywhere only excites me, not stresses me. Watching the surgeons sew is like watching magic. There’s only one place where you can literally hold a beating heart, feel the tremendous pressure of the cardiac output gushing against your hand as you block a hole in an artery, look and experience what makes humans Work. A patient was watching his laryngoscopy and said something along the lines of how gross the inner human body was. He asked how we all dealt with it. The attending and resident were like, oh, you get used to it. But I told him that I honestly thought that the inside of the human body is prettier than the outside. And it’s true. Because why would you ever want to look at the neck and not look instead at lovely vocal cords that are touching each other and vibrating perfectly to produce something as magical and precise as voice and language?
So anyway, yes, I’ll be going into surgery, I hope! A particular kind of surgery. ;) But I won’t reveal it here just yet. Let’s just say that if you read between the lines in my paragraph above, you could probably figure it out.
I still have a few more weeks of gen surg, but … fourth year, here we come!