So one of you just linked me to whatshouldwecallmedschool.tumblr.com and while it’s hilarious, I have to admit my first thought was goddamn, there goes half my future blog entries. It’s like I’m suddenly out of a job – they do the picture-with-relevant-caption thing better than I ever could. UNFAIR.
Seriously though, it rocks, and you should bookmark the hell out of it. (I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a 25 year old who freaking loves tumblr – in general – and this one especially. Haters to the left.)
In other news, my pediatrics shelf exam is in less than 2 weeks, and I’m starting to stress a little. Peds is much worse than internal medicine – you have to know basically all of internal medicine PLUS all of the super rare two-dudes-last-names-hyphenated-together syndromes.
For example: embryology is the bane of my existence. Trying to memorize which congenital heart defects are associated with which glycogen storage disorder is like playing the world’s most sadistic game of Memory.
And sure, normally I’d just flashcard them obsessively 6 hours before the test and be done with it – but I’m trying to actually learn this stuff for the long-term, because I’ve actually come to the shocking conclusion that I really like pediatrics. Not outpatient (oh god, not well-child checks) – but I like sick kids. They bounce back. They’re interesting. They tend to like my
awesome corny jokes.
I keep hearing people say sick kids are too depressing, but I’ve got to be honest – adult medicine is more depressing to me. Seeing people every day who regret life choices they can never, ever take back – whether it’s smoking and developing the COPD that’s controlling and ruining their life, or not controlling their diabetes when they were younger and ending up with multiple amputations… or even just telling you about the marriage that lasted 50 years too long and led to a life full of regret? It weighs on you.
It’s all deeply sad. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do to change any of it.
… Maybe it just strikes a nerve in me.
I feel like there’s more you can do for kids. .
On the other hand, I could easily be wrong. It could also just be that I’m de-sensitized to garden-variety pediatric sadness. I grew up with a brother who has mental retardation and multiple developmental disabilities, turned out to have a rare cancer that sent him in and out of the ICU over the course of 3 years, and had several of his best friends from Special Olympics die before their 20th birthdays.
… so.. there’s that.
It doesn’t feel depressing to me. I have no idea what it’s like to have a brother who isn’t developmentally disabled, who didn’t develop cancer, and whose friends are all still alive. Sure, that doesn’t make it not sad, but it does mean I really feel a bond with the families of pediatric patients that I don’t necessarily feel with Internal Medicine.
Hashtag: THINGS TO THINK ABOUT.
But first comes the shelf exam.