Yesterday was our “shelf exam study day”, but due to my school’s leasing office not being open on weekends, I had to instead use it to move everything I own down to Metropolis for my Monday morning rotation.
This involved: ~8 hours of driving, 1 rented vehicle, 0 legal parking spaces, 1 missing student ID, 2 irritated security guards, 7 illegal parking jobs, 13 trips to and from a vehicle parked as far as 3 blocks away from actual building, 2 warnings from security, 1 near traffic accident, 1 ruined pair of shoes, and 4 hours of sleep.
Also, tomorrow we have our shelf exam, which while not something I am overly concerned about, is also not.. exactly.. something for which I have spent any time whatsoever studying.
(Oh, and a reflective writing paper on the biopsychosocial model/patient-centered communication? I guess? I mean, I haven’t actually looked at the requirements or anything, it’s totally not due for another two hours.)
(Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached a cruising altitude on this rotation. The captain has turned off the “Cool Disinterest” light, so you should now feel free to Mildly Panic about the cabin.)
I suspect my preceptor could tell I was stressed out / delirious / on-the-verge-of-a-nervous-breakdown, as after giving me my end-of-rotation feedback (which was good! Hooray!) he let me go home early.
(Is “let me” the right phrase? Because he did that awesome rare thing preceptors do when they know your “Oh, no, it’s okay – I’m happy to stay!” is just obligatory bullshit you have to say as a med student, so they ignore your half-hearted protestations and basically order you to leave.)
Anyway, I just got home and got this email from him:
Unsolicited and probably unnecessary advice: one beer and a good night’s sleep on the eve of an exam are better preparation than studying.
Nice working with you.
PRIMARY CARE FOREVER.