Last week His Nibbs* tells me that he doesn't come in for rounds on
Tuesday, and encourages me to take this time to "go to the gym, or do
some extra reading...take time for myself". Ok. Great!
Last night I get a text from one of the other students telling me that there is a radiology meeting at 0815h today. He thinks we should go despite the fact that Tuesdays are our day "off" because we've already been marked as the most "uninterested, unenthusiastic medical students [Loafers] has ever come across". I agree (not with the fact that we're unenthusiastic, with the fact that we should show up).
So we arrive to much confusion by the other consultants as to which room the meeting is in, who is presenting, if it is happening or not, etc. We shuffle around the hospital trying to find the cluster of medical teams to no avail. So like kids who are lost in the grocery store we (another consultant and handful of meddies) decide to stay put in the hopes that the important people will find us.
His Nibbs shows up, walks by us without a "good morning" or an "oh you're here on your day off for the radiology meeting, well done!"
Nope. He spins on his heel and says to Other Med Student and I, "it is YOUR fault that the team isn't here...where are they? It is YOUR job to organize them and let them know where and when things are occurring!"
OMS replies, "um...we didn't actually even know about this meeting until last night...and the rest of the team wouldn't be coming in for an hour and a half anyway..."
But Nibbs was already walking away (he does that---gives out to you while walking into a patient room, or before talking to a nurse, or stepping into the elevator, so that no actual discussion can occur. Just his hissy fit then, FIN.)
I am still trying to figure out how or why we were at fault. But we were.
So I clung on to the rest of the team for the morning...went to the endoscopy department to work on my research project and ended up chatting with my surgical consultant (M.C) about the issue, trying to get some advice on how tonot become a shell of the woman I once was survive the next 8 weeks.
In an effort to cheer me up, he did what any former consultant preceptor would do: invited me to go to the afternoon surgical outreach clinic. YEAH! So I did. And it was great. Got to see loads of patients, a few of them even follow-ups from surgeries that I got to assist in last month. It was exactly what I needed because it reminded me of why I do love medicine, that I am not incompetent or unenthusiastic. And the drive along the Irish countryside had some therapeutic effects as well, I am sure.
Tomorrow I am going to stay late, clerk emergency patients that are being referred to medicine, go in early on Thursday to see who was newly admitted, and I am going to DAZZLE His Nibbs with my excitement for All Things Medicine. Look out a.fib / COPD / stroke! I am coming to get 'cha!!
*"His Nibbs" is my new boss. For now.
Last night I get a text from one of the other students telling me that there is a radiology meeting at 0815h today. He thinks we should go despite the fact that Tuesdays are our day "off" because we've already been marked as the most "uninterested, unenthusiastic medical students [Loafers] has ever come across". I agree (not with the fact that we're unenthusiastic, with the fact that we should show up).
So we arrive to much confusion by the other consultants as to which room the meeting is in, who is presenting, if it is happening or not, etc. We shuffle around the hospital trying to find the cluster of medical teams to no avail. So like kids who are lost in the grocery store we (another consultant and handful of meddies) decide to stay put in the hopes that the important people will find us.
His Nibbs shows up, walks by us without a "good morning" or an "oh you're here on your day off for the radiology meeting, well done!"
Nope. He spins on his heel and says to Other Med Student and I, "it is YOUR fault that the team isn't here...where are they? It is YOUR job to organize them and let them know where and when things are occurring!"
OMS replies, "um...we didn't actually even know about this meeting until last night...and the rest of the team wouldn't be coming in for an hour and a half anyway..."
But Nibbs was already walking away (he does that---gives out to you while walking into a patient room, or before talking to a nurse, or stepping into the elevator, so that no actual discussion can occur. Just his hissy fit then, FIN.)
I am still trying to figure out how or why we were at fault. But we were.
So I clung on to the rest of the team for the morning...went to the endoscopy department to work on my research project and ended up chatting with my surgical consultant (M.C) about the issue, trying to get some advice on how to
In an effort to cheer me up, he did what any former consultant preceptor would do: invited me to go to the afternoon surgical outreach clinic. YEAH! So I did. And it was great. Got to see loads of patients, a few of them even follow-ups from surgeries that I got to assist in last month. It was exactly what I needed because it reminded me of why I do love medicine, that I am not incompetent or unenthusiastic. And the drive along the Irish countryside had some therapeutic effects as well, I am sure.
Tomorrow I am going to stay late, clerk emergency patients that are being referred to medicine, go in early on Thursday to see who was newly admitted, and I am going to DAZZLE His Nibbs with my excitement for All Things Medicine. Look out a.fib / COPD / stroke! I am coming to get 'cha!!
*"His Nibbs" is my new boss. For now.
