state i'm in: abetalipoproteinaemia, lymphangiectasia, hypogammaglobulinaemia... it all gets a bit much sometimes.
tune: humming fan and distant thunder.
i had what will likely be my last clinical coaching session this afternoon (provided i make it into third year). it was a pretty fun session, but my mind wasn't really on the game. "aortic stenosis? yeah sure, i'll believe you."
i can still remember my first class in the hospital...
we marched over from the clinical sciences building with our first coach, jenny, and she was pestering us all the way to walk faster, telling us "you'll have to get used to it when your doing rounds". then up the elevator, and out onto level 7 or 8. i saw a patient being wheeled past in the corridor. i looked at emma, and at the moment we both realised where we were and what we were doing. at that moment, i became a medical student.
gomers aplenty, i think i have come a fair way in the last two years, since my first coaching group sat down with jenny and realised how hopeless we were at examining anything. ("what are you doing!!") i also think i have so far to go - my skills surely can't be more than a few per cent developed at this stage.
i was rarely in the mood for coaching, generally late in the afternoon, but almost each and every time i got a tonne out of it. although all so different, i couldn't really fault any of my coaches. one stands out in particular, however:
if there is a god, this guy is certainly getting his comeuppance... countertransference? a little.
any bruits, luci?---
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