I used to think it was a little extreme to set your white coat on fire.
But after 11 months of wearing it every day, I’m beginning to think that not only is burning it a fine idea, but that nuking it from space may in fact be more hygienic. I totally get what those graduating 4th years were doing with the matches on the roof now.
Seriously, when I washed my white coats today, I tried twice unsuccessfully before realizing I needed to use half a bottle of bleach (bravely ignoring all manufacturer’s directions!) to even begin to scrub out the pen stains, coffee stains, and accidental foundation-on-the-collar incidents.
I was trying to wash my white coats because yesterday I did a psychiatric intake interview while wearing a white cardigan, and the nurse assumed I was just a family member with a clipboard.
… She had a point.
Anyway, I’ve begun to sneak out of the dark blue funk of med school burnout that I’ve been in. I felt like I almost actually did something good for that psychiatric patient. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
… I don’t usually feel like I do something good for psychiatry patients.
Then last night my neurology preceptor took me and another student out for a few rounds of beer. We talked about med school, residency, and the future in general.
Tonight, if you’re interviewing for a med school program that encourages interviewees to have a beer with current students, you should definitely show up. I’ll be there.
It’ll be the best.