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My third year of medical school is officially behind me. I managed to get in a grand total of zero blog posts during grad school, so here’s to a new year with hopefully some more thoughts being shared. I have a lot to reflect on from the past year. It was wonderful. I wish everyone could experience what I did this past year. I think it goes without saying:">
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<div class="post-content"><h2 id="it-s-over-dot">It&rsquo;s over.<a hidden class="anchor" aria-hidden="true" href="#it-s-over-dot">#</a></h2>
<p>My third year of medical school is officially behind me. I managed to get in a grand total of <em>zero</em> blog posts during grad school, so here&rsquo;s to a new year with hopefully some more thoughts being shared. I have a lot to reflect on from the past year. It was wonderful. I wish everyone could experience what I did this past year. I think it goes without saying:</p>
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<p>I loved the third year of med school, but I do not want to do it again.</p>
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<p>I loved the third year of med school, but I do not want to do it again.</p></blockquote>
<h2 id="a-year-of-change-dot">A year of change.<a hidden class="anchor" aria-hidden="true" href="#a-year-of-change-dot">#</a></h2>
<p>In the days leading up to my return to med school, I thought &ldquo;Oh no, I really enjoy doing science, do I really have to go to med school?&rdquo;.
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<p>What I didn&rsquo;t realize is how much of the &ldquo;classic&rdquo; material we are fed in the first couple years of med school would come to the forefront. The &ldquo;sandpaper rash&rdquo; of scarlet fever really does feel like sandpaper. Nikolsky&rsquo;s sign actually works. Tripoding for epiglottitis gets the physicians worked up. Don&rsquo;t forget about von Willebrand&rsquo;s disease when someone seems to be bleeding a bit too much. TB is out there, watch for hemoptosis. Night sweats, unintended weight loss, is cancer until proven otherwise. And yes, it really can be lupus.</p>
<p>In general, facing the unknown with a sense of earnestness was the way I felt best able to respect those who gathered and passed down the medical knowledge I am privileged to learn today. Sometimes, my excitement to see aspects of medicine would rouse a curious response from the residents. I project here, but I felt a sense of surprise, like that of a doting parent seeing their child experience something new, after forgetting the astonishment they once felt.</p>
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<p>Earnestness is next to med studentlyness.</p>
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<p>Earnestness is next to med studentlyness.</p></blockquote>
<p>Perhaps what I&rsquo;m getting at here is that I found it important to bask in the privilege of seeing the pathology I encountered in med school, and to remind the residents of this sensation. I felt childish at times—and perhaps overanimated—but I found this excitement was to my and my resident&rsquo;s benefit.</p>
<p>My surgery rotation overflowed with examples of wonder of medicine. Partially because of the team I worked with, and the rest because of the undeniable coolness of surgery. The OR is a cool place. The orderliness and chaos ebb. The spans of steady, industrious work are interrupted with staccato notes of bedlam. The anatomy I learned in class was ever present, but the surgeons bemoaned &ldquo;normal anatomic variation&rdquo;.</p>
<p>I was struck with wonder at the sight of human anatomy as it unfolded before me. What I was able to experience in the OR felt like the culmination of centuries of human curiosity. There is an ancientness to medicine that I catch flashes of—I could perform the physical exam on humans hundred of millions of years ago and interrogate the same pathologies as I do in the hospital today—and viewing the exposed anatomy is a pressure-bagged infusion of this collective wonder. To gaze upon the peristalsing of the small intestine, or steady beating of the heart is a sight to behold, indeed.</p>