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So I just woke up from a nightmare, it really hit me in a big way.
I am really, really fearful of getting sick and dying, partly because I don't have insurance, partly because I am just fearful.
In my dream, I was a medical student observing a liver transplant surgery, and decided to observe the second surgery, where for some reason the patient became horribly bloated and oozing with sores (think this guy, I literally saw him)
I tried to help but surgeon told me to stay away, and he operated through the horrible stench and infective innards literally blew all over him. I was extremely afraid even being in the room because I knew how infective that stuff was, but I was so fascinated that I asked for a video of the surgery. He told me "it's on pubmed", and I started running up the stairs
I ran through many floors, while marvel at the courage of the surgeon and how will I train myself to become that courageous, and also thought of doing specalties where I am less likely to catch illness.
I ran through the floor of internal medicine, family practice, pathology, and finally ended at Endo-reproductive floor, at which point I woke up (MInd you, all those are specialties I don't quite want to do. I really want to do general surgery).
That was the end of my dream, and that, combined with stories about Ebola and SARS, made me think.
How do physicians in training deal with their fear that their patients might have something nasty and knock them down too?
If a physician died from transmitable disease from treating patient , does that mean he died an honorable death like a soldier in battlefield or a captain going down with the ship?
I tried to organize my thoughts as best I could, but I just woke up about 1 minute ago.
I am really, really fearful of getting sick and dying, partly because I don't have insurance, partly because I am just fearful.
In my dream, I was a medical student observing a liver transplant surgery, and decided to observe the second surgery, where for some reason the patient became horribly bloated and oozing with sores (think this guy, I literally saw him)
I tried to help but surgeon told me to stay away, and he operated through the horrible stench and infective innards literally blew all over him. I was extremely afraid even being in the room because I knew how infective that stuff was, but I was so fascinated that I asked for a video of the surgery. He told me "it's on pubmed", and I started running up the stairs
I ran through many floors, while marvel at the courage of the surgeon and how will I train myself to become that courageous, and also thought of doing specalties where I am less likely to catch illness.
I ran through the floor of internal medicine, family practice, pathology, and finally ended at Endo-reproductive floor, at which point I woke up (MInd you, all those are specialties I don't quite want to do. I really want to do general surgery).
That was the end of my dream, and that, combined with stories about Ebola and SARS, made me think.
How do physicians in training deal with their fear that their patients might have something nasty and knock them down too?
If a physician died from transmitable disease from treating patient , does that mean he died an honorable death like a soldier in battlefield or a captain going down with the ship?
I tried to organize my thoughts as best I could, but I just woke up about 1 minute ago.
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