September 14, 2011

• Stray Thought

  One of the things it’s hardest to get used to about #residency is never knowing what happens to most of the patients. I switch rotations, or they switch services, and there’s no system to know what the result is.

  Not that I want an endless daily report on everyone I’ve ever treated, but sometimes, a couple of days or weeks or months later, a patient crosses your mind, and you don’t remember the name, and you don’t have anyone to ask, and so you just never know.

  Maybe you see them again, months later– it happens, more than you think it would– and they’re back on your service, so you end up seeing how they’re doing– but, usually, you never have a clue.

  You’re such an important part of someone’s life often for such a very short time. It surprises me sometimes when I realize I care. When someone happens to have some quality that reminds me of someone in my family, or is in a situation I can empathize with, or we just have that little connection that makes it feel like more than just ticking the boxes each day and writing the note.

  But, far too often, it just feels like an academic exercise. I wonder what’s wrong, I wonder what the plan is, I wonder if they’ll get better. The same way someone might wonder how their science fair experiment will turn out. Oh, look, giving a sedative does exactly the opposite of what I would have expected! Interesting! Hope to remember that next time. Maybe I should write it down…

   

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