Brian Pavlovitz said:
why on earth would anyone do Internal Med???
Ahh, the eternal question... too often accompanied by a visceral reaction.
I recently met an M4 - an otherwise very sane and cool guy - who wants to do Internal. I asked him why, and he said he felt that Internal was satisfying, that it was what medicine was all about - knowing what to do for the patient, and knowing why (even if it wasn't a precise tissue-diagnosed "why"). He said he could deal with Teams, and playing the Teams game really wasn't so bad.
This was a guy who didn't mind going in at 6:30am on a cardiology elective to pre-round.
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Earlier in the week an Internal Med recruitment moment arose. My staff person said to me, "Have you considered Nephrology? You're very personable. I was going to be a pathologist once. Keep your mind open as you rotate through your clinicals."
It was good to hear, especially after the misery that was the Teams experience. There are aspects of Internal, Peds, Psych - and I am sure Family, Ob/Gyn and Surg - that I enjoy, but I still found absolutely no reason to waver.
I've thought long and hard and I've decided there are levels of insanity to which I will not descend, and I must draw the line while my faculties are still intact - because heaven knows that we medical people are all able to suck it up much too well, and I would doubtless do the same if my path led to a residency in Internal.
I have a particularly strong aversion to the prospect of ever having to be anything like an ectopic senior on-call.
An ectopic senior is one, just ONE senior resident who comes in from another hospital for the night to cover both teams - about 30-40 patients whom they have never seen before and will never see again - and all Emerg consults/admissions. Frankly I think that is a particularly nasty bit of madness. Why would I want to go anywhere near a specialty that bullies its trainees into such submission?
Quite simply, I am stopping my future self from being unhappy...
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Internal Med in practice, gets in the way of my being human.
I wish it wasn't so, but it is. Likely it is my own defect or inefficiency, but to constantly be told to "Know thy patient!" when these individuals are in fact being reduced to less than the sum of their parts... immobile aggregations of potassium or bilirubin non-compliant with their meds all wrapped in a uniform shade of blue, at which we incessantly poke and prod with all manner of plastic or steel or ray-gun...
Ideally I would be able to rise above being bogged down by these details, to be able to see the person and not merely the disease. But it will take a long time to get there, and I am afraid of losing sight of that goal in the grind.
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My staff person was stellar - she suggested I pick up a palliative patient, socially. She felt it was important for medical students to have some exposure to the dying process.
4 years of med school, and this is the first time anyone has tried to teach me about death and its inevitability - and how we must face it.