Original title, eh? Check out the âAboutâ section for a little bit about why Iâm writing in the first place.
I am starting this blog as a medical student just coming to the end of my third year. In fact, I have just one more rotation. Phew.Â
I am meeting with a couple friends who are a year below to talk about what to expect from third year, and for any advice I have on Step 1 studying. ***FEAR NOT: THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT THESE THINGS, THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PLACES TO READ ABOUT THIS AD NAUSEAM***
So itâs made me think a lot about where I was a year ago, and how much I have learnt, but also how hardened even the most optimistic of us have become. When we started rotations, we were all so excited to finish the endless lectures and finally learn how to be doctors! I felt like finally I would be learning things that would have relevance to patient care. And I have. I have learned a lot of medical things, and I have learned a bit about how to talk to patients and how not to talk to patients.Â
But I have also learned some things about - for lack of a better word - survival. I have learned how to look up topics on my phone discretely before rounds so I have some idea what the heck the attending is talking about. I have learned how to start my notes the night before so that I can wake up at 4am instead of 3:45. I have learned all the moments in a day I can run and get something to eat from the caf and what items fit in my white coat/scrub pockets. I have learned to make coffee relatively cool so I can literally chug it as I am headed to the hospital. Over the year, I definitely feel like I have lost a lot of my curiosity and am just trying to get through the day. It wasnât until I was talking to my fellow classmates about this, that I found that a lot of us feel this way.
SURPRISE, SURPRISE, there is a word for this! Burnout!Â
Every day, especially in the third year, is essentially an interview. You can never let your guard down completely. Expectations are high in medicine, for good reason. You are dealing with very serious things that have very serious consequences. So youâd better be prepared. But the culture of medicine does not practice positive feedback. Everyone is tired and burnt out, and teaching medical students can add to the workload. We know this. We feel in the way. We are sorry. We just want you to like us. It is amazing how someone acknowledging your presence makes the hugest difference in your day, not to mention someone saying, âgood job today.âÂ
I think what makes third year so hard is not necessarily the hours, but just the sheer exhaustion of performing 100% of the time. The system (grading policies, format of education) creates an atmosphere that makes it difficult to want to learn for the sake of learning.
How do you feel like 3rd year has changed you? Or medical school in general? Do you feel like people openly talk about their struggles at your institutions?