Archive for the ‘Rants’ Category

What’s worse than a bunch of medics in one room?

July 23, 2007

A bunch of pre-exam medics in one room.

Exam-fever has truely hit the medical school, and as such I am ready to kill the majority of my colleagues. 

No. I do not want to listen to a breakdown of what you’ve revised.
No. I do not want to hear all about what you’ve still got left to do.
No. I do not need to know exactly how you’re going to fit this into the coming weeks, or how much you revised today, or yesterday.

There is one thing that I hate more than post-exam analysis, and that is pre-exam analysis.  So, if you’re one of these culprits… next time your msn list looks surprisingly empty, it may not be because everyone is off revising, it is probably because- like me- everyone has blocked you because they really don’t want to know.

On a lighter note…. I bring you Medicine According To My Sister:

“Nephrology would be exciting. Kidneys are cool- they have all those woogly-things in them.”

Medicgirl x


An awkward moment.

June 26, 2007

Those that know me in real life would be able to attest to the fact that I am a rather stressy person.  My mother kindly described me this morning as being volatile (Gee- thanks!) and having extreme swings of emotion- this is true; I tend to be very stressed, or very happy, or very sad, and not much in the middle.  However, I do have one non-destructive card up my sleeve to deal with it; I may comfort eat, and drown my sorrows with alcohol (make mine a gin and tonic) as well as the next person, but none of those are as effective as running. 

Yesterday I went running twice.  This is highly unusual for me, for despite being stressy, I am also very very lazy.  However, I was so jumpy, and so angry and upset, as well as being stressed about work, that I had to to try and burn off the energy. 

I promise I’m going somewhere with this.  [later edit: Although on finishing I’m aware it’s a bit random and didn’t really anywhere good at all- so don’t get your hopes up.]

If no one is in when I go running, I tie my keys to my drawstring , and so that they don’t chink annoyingly, I then tuck the keys just into the top of my knickers inside my shorts.  This is surprisingly effective, and I’ve not yet had a problem with it… until yesterday.  In my haste to get out of the flat and burn off my emotions (I’d just had a minor row with flatmate) I must have tied it badly, because half way along the first stretch of my route I become aware of the keys, which I never usually am. 

There is a chink.

And then I realise keys have well and truely worked their way free and are now IN MY PANTS. Great. 
I slow to a stop, and look around- alas there are a lot of people wandering around, including many small children with their AuPair (Around where I live, it’s rarely the parents with children) and I don’t fancy being the strange girl with her hands in her knickers.  I walk along nonchalantly waiting for everyone to disperse, and then SWISH! quick as a flash I whip the keys out and tie them really really really tightly back onto my shorts before running on. 

Needless to say when I went running today, I made damn sure my keys were secure before I left.


It is 5.15am

June 15, 2007

I’ve been awake since 4.30am.  Not because I need to get up, or do any work, or anything sensible like that. Oh no… I woke up due to the fact it’s so god damn hot and sweaty, and now I can’t get back to sleep because I’m so stressed.

 Nice one.

MedicGirl x

There’s still time…

June 14, 2007

There is still time left to make me cry… and I have horrible feeling that this module is going to be the one where I crack and end up sobbing like a school girl in front of a doctor.  Alas, unlike at school where this sort of behaviour could definately be twisted to your advantage (not me, but I’ve seen it done masterfully), I have a feeling you’d just be labelled as the unprofessional that cried. 

Yesterday I had teaching first thing which ran over- the upshot of which was that I was running late for clinic and so when I turned up, it had started and all the other medical students were there.  I was almost an hour late admittedly, but it was also very much NOT MY FAULT. 

I speak politely to the receptionist, who clearly doesn’t care, and goes out of her way to be obtuse and bitchy.
I speak to a healthcare assistant, who is also a complete witch.
I wait outside the doctors doors until one comes out. I step forwards, apologise and try to explain the situation and in return the doctor is rude and abruptly tells me he’s already got medical students in his room. I politely ask which of the other rooms are also the doctors, and he seemingly reluctantly tells me. 
I wait for the next door to open.  This doctor is even worse; he tells me off for being late, that it is unacceptable and that I may well have not bothered.  This is even though I led with the explanation that teaching ran over.  In the end, I ask if there is a reg. working the clinic as well, and he again, seemingly reluctantly, tells me which room. 
I wait for the reg. to open his door.  By this time I’m upset, and stressed, and feel like crying, so when the reg opens his door and I step forwards I am profuse in my appologies and expecting the worse.  He is lovely, he cuts me off with a “Oh, another student? Come in- find a chair!”  Another girl from my firm is there and he does a lot of teaching during the clinic as well as being generally friendly and helpful to us as well as the patients.

Which brings me on to the main question in my mind…

If some people can be polite even when stressed, WHAT THE FUCK makes the rest of them believe that it is acceptable to act like total CUNTS?
I think what made it worse was the fact that so far at this hospital I’ve felt that there is a really nice atmosphere- the staff all seem to get on well, and there doesn’t seem to be the pervasive attitude of *goddamnmedicalstudents*.

Luckily the reg. resumed my faith in nice people, as did a receptionist later that day who went out of her way to be helpful to me.  Ah well- come the end of the module I’m going to rip those doctors to shreds in my feedback form and then they’ll…. probably not care at all because I bet no one reads them. But never mind, I’m sure the vitriolic outburst will make me feel better.

In true Medicgirl form, I made myself feel better by going shopping and although I did not find the cardigan that will change my life for the better, I did buy a bottle of shower wash from bodyshop.  Medicgirl will at least be clean and stressed. 

I then decided to bin off my planned afternoon of study, and go out for the evening- another event which didn’t go to plan- but it did end sitting on a bench on the southbank, swigging baileys from the bottle and watching the river, so I’m not complaining.

MedicGirl x

“Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!”

June 5, 2007

Londonmedicgirl: WHY IS MY FACE SO HIDEOUS?
Flatmate: It’s just an outward expression of your moral turpitude.

I hope it’s not and rather more my body expressing stress in a thoroughly irritating manner.  Given that my neck glands also seem to be swollen, I’m probably about to come down with some sort of lurgy.

Three cups of coffee and a stack of continuation sheets.

June 1, 2007

It is 6.30am on a Friday morning and I am sitting at my desk, leaning over said stack of sheets, and typing here instead of writing up clerkings.

It has occurred to me that I have on 3 out of 5 days this week, been at the hospital when I didn’t need to be.
Tuesday- I stayed late.
Wednesday- We went in early even though we didn’t actually have anything timetabled all day (and got the priceless reward of being spotted being keen on the ward by Doctor-who-matters BEFORE 9am). 
Thursday- I realised at about 7pm that I’d run out of continuation sheets, and so because of my slight OCD tendancies, and general unwillingness to hand in anything that was written on different paper, I decided I’d go back up there and steal some more. Sure, I realise this is more of an example of how I am unorganised, and a moron, but who cares. I LOOKED keen even if I wasn’t really. Not that anyone saw me mind.

Back to the clerkings. They take 2 hours to do on the wards, and as I’ve discovered, about the same amount of time to write them up…. which does not bode well for me actually, especially as I’m procrastinating by blogging.

Ah well, at least today heralds the end of rotation, and if all goes well, I shall be relaxing in the pub at around midday, and settling into an afternoon and night of heavy drinking.

Make mine a G&T.