In March.
Of my fourth year of medical school.
This is, by the way, a rotation I do not need to graduate. I could graduate by doing derm in March. Or hematopathology. Or ethics consults. Or research. Or absolutely nothing whatsoever because I'm teaching a class this year and that essentially gives me an extra month.
So I am voluntarily, just for funsies, spending 4 weeks in the MICU, one of which is after the Match.
But let's be honest: critical care is not my strong point. I like endocrine. I like rheumatology. I like geriatrics, and palliative care, and primary care. I really, really, really like hematology/oncology, especially in the outpatient setting.
I'm lukewarm about GI, mediocre about cards, and take-it-or-leave-it about pulmonary.
I do not like the MICU.
BUT. Come July, I will be spending a lot of time in the MICU, and I need to know what to do. I need to know what to look for, what to think about, how to function, and how not to kill people.
In other words, I need to face my fears, be responsible, and spend a month in the MICU now so that I don't do something stupid (or at least, do less something stupids) later.
Who knows? Maybe I'll even like it!
In other face-yo-fears news, I am also taking up crocodile wrestling!
rio tarcoles in costa rica. (2014). |
Jokes.
looking down from the bridge. |
I still hate crocodiles.
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