poured out before bed
They hand you a textbook, a sheaf of slide-lined papers, a schedule smattered with variously engaging and enraging lectures. And they preach the importance of synthesis into practical knowledge.
You show up, you study, you sometimes sleep.
They hand you an iPod, a stethoscope, a password to an inconceivable amount of medical information. And they emphasize how important your attention to detail, your ever expanding fund of knowledge.
You assess, you plan, you rarely sleep.
You develop a taste for caffeinated naps, stretching your own physiology even as you work to balance patient function. You perfect an awareness of your own progress and process even as you strive to comprehend the bodies and minds of others.
Then to those bodies you hand a diagnosis, a sheaf of educational materials, a prescription. And to those minds you offer explanation, empathy, support.
You hope they understand, they act, they restfully sleep.
Reflect on your medical school experience to date in 150 words or less, read the humanities assignment. I found 149 to describe it in passing…