The best neurosurgeon at his age & in the entire hospital. Most nurses hated working with him, heβd call them out right away if theyβd even dare to make a mistake, even if it was placing something at a wrong angle on a table. Even if he had a βbigβ social circle, he barely made effort to be energetic with them. Heβd rather be cold and distant, because incase he ever lost someone of them, he wouldnt feel a deep loss. That was his mindset.
Cardiologist. Jay is Sunghoons oldest friend, meeting him in college as his roommate and even graduating med school together, Jay probably knows sunghoon the best from their friendgroup. Jay loves the anatomy of the heart more than anything, which probably explains why he became a cardiology doctor..
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Yns colleague in the Pedatric department of Seouls International Hospital. Kids LOVE him, hes the complete opposite of Sunghoon but still probably his closest friend (after jay, obviously.) He notices everything about people, wether its just a minimal raise of their eyebrow or a change in their walking style - Jake sees it.
βbest male nurse in koreaβ. Riki - ni-ki to his friends - is the only nurse in their friendgroup. He says he was too lazy to go to med school and remember all that shit, but still wanted to help people. And yeah, maybe that statement is true. Riki was pretty loved by patients and doctors who worked with him.
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hoons friendgroup also features the rest of enhypen, they are just not βin the middleβ of this story, but will appear.
1/2 DONE now we js need yns friends.. yall will probably get those tomorrow
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iβm just two lectures away from starting my neuro revision! my brain is friedβ¦
and lucky me, james streamed earlier than usual today. turns out the schedule i spent forever trying to decipher was an old one lol. he usually goes live around 12 noon LA time (so like 10 PM here), but today he started at 8 PM!! ;)))
This is Tate. As some of you may know, Iβm still recovering from my second spinal cord surgery. Some symptoms have gotten progressively worse and raise serious concerns. I have a brain scan next week to check for residual tumor, leaks, infections, or bleeds. I would be so grateful for your prayers and support. Thank you
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Doctor Choi stood outside of the large double doors, which separated the hospital from the surgical space, directly over the bright red βSTERILE AREAβ line, which further isolated the cold surgical halls from the bustling hospital. Unlike what she's normally seen in, she is dressed in dark crimson, almost wine colored scrubs, her nice embellished neatly on her left breast.
Her hair was pulled up into a neat bun, a matching crimson bag at her side, likely consisting of her loupes and scrub caps. Despite her specialty and its ability to cover your face at all times, she wore light makeup, successfully making her look around the age of the young doctor approaching her. She seemed to light up, looking at the younger doctor's badge reel.
βYou must be Doctor Santos,β she extends a cleanly manicured hand,β my name is Destiny Choi. Feel free to just call me Destiny. Oh-.β
She cut herself off, momentarily digging into her bag to pull out a clipboard, a few papers held neatly under the metal bar. βHere we are, the necessary release forms. You just need to sign and date..β
She handed the clipboard over, pulling a pen from an exterior pocket of her bag to hand to the young doctor.
βYou mentioned wanting to jump into the cases, yeah? Today, we have a few scheduled, eight to be exact, six of which are craniotomies. The others are spine cases, those tend to be a bit difficult to watch in on because we're standing over the patient, but if you are able to stay long- by all means,β she paused to purse her lips, offering the younger a smile,β please do. It's a bit of a personal formality, but I also had planned a lunch mid way through the day for my team. You are welcome to come along.β
Even though it's been months since I switched from neurosurgery to internal medicine, I still have a hard time not being angry about the training culture and particularly the sexism of neurosurgery. It wasn't the whole reason I switched, but truthfully it was a significant part of my decision.
I quickly got worn out by constantly being questioned over my family plans. Within minutes of meeting me, attendings and residents felt comfortable lecturing me on the difficulties of having children as a neurosurgeon. One attending even suggested I should ask my co-residents' permission before getting pregnant so as not to inconvenience them. I do not have children and have never indicated if I plan to have any. Truthfully, I do want children, but I would absolutely have foregone that to be a neurosurgeon. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than anything. But I was never asked: it was simply assumed that I would want to be a mother first. Purely because I'm a woman, my ambitions were constantly undermined, assumed to be lesser than those of my male peers. Women must want families, therefore women must be less committed. It was inconceivable that I might put my career first. It was impossible to disprove this assumption: what could I have done to demonstrate my commitment more than what I had already done by leading the interest group, taking a research year, doing a sub-I? My interest in neurosurgery would never be viewed the same way my male peers' was, no matter what I did. I would never be viewed as a neurosurgeon in the same way my male peers would be, because I, first and foremost, would be a mother. It turns out women don't even need to have children to be a mother: it is what you essentially are. You can't be allowed to pursue things that might interfere with your potential motherhood.
Furthermore, you are not trusted to know your own ambitions or what might interfere with your motherhood. I am an adult woman who has gone to medical school: I am well aware of what is required in reproduction, pregnancy, and residency, as much as one can be without experiencing it firsthand. And yet, it was always assumed that I had somehow shown up to a neurosurgery sub-I totally ignorant of the demands of the career and of pregnancy. I needed to be enlightened: always by men, often by childless men. Apparently, it was implausible that I could evaluate the situation on my own and come to a decision. I also couldn't be trusted to know what I wanted: if I said I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than a mother, I was immediately reassured I could still have a family (an interesting flip from the dire warnings issued not five minutes earlier in the conversation). People could not understand my point, which was that I didn't care. I couldn't mean that, because women are fundamentally mothers. I needed to be guided back to my true role.
Because everyone was so confident in their sexist assumptions that I was less committed, I was not offered the same training, guidance, or opportunities as the men. I didn't have projects thrown my way, I didn't get check-ins or advice on my application process, I didn't get opportunities in the OR that my male peers got, I didn't get taught. I once went two whole days on my sub-I without anyone saying a word to me. I would come to work, avoid the senior resident I was warned hated trainees, figure out which OR to go to on my own, scrub in, watch a surgery in complete silence without even the opportunity to cut a knot, then move to the next surgery. How could I possibly become a surgeon in that environment? And this is all to say nothing of the rape jokes, the advice that the best way for a woman to match is to be as hot as possible, listening to my attending advise the male med students on how to get laid, etc.
At a certain point, it became clear it would be incredibly difficult for me to become a neurosurgeon. I wouldn't get research or leadership opportunities, I wouldn't get teaching or feedback, I wouldn't get mentorship, and I wouldn't get respect. I would have to fight tooth and nail for every single piece of my training, and the prospect was just exhausting. Especially when I also really enjoyed internal medicine, where absolutely none of this was happening and I even had attendings telling me I would be good at it (something that didn't happen in neurosurgery until I quit).
I've been told I should get over this, but I don't know how to. I don't know how to stop being mad about how thoroughly sidelined I was for being female. I don't know how to stop being bitter that my intelligence, commitment, and work ethic meant so much less because I'm a woman. I know I made the right decision to switch to internal medicine, and it probably would have been the right decision even if there weren't all these issues with the culture of neurosurgery, but I'm still so angry about how it happened.
