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Omo, I sat in front of two doctors in the psychiatric department for my final medical school exam. One was a psychiatrist and the other a cardiologist...
The psych doctor asked me a question in the form of a scenario and asked what I’d do as the doctor on site. I paused for a moment in my usual fashion. I wasn’t the brightest student, you will forgive me. Na small sense I get...
I started answering the question and hit a roadblock. I paused again. Fuel finished. Now this was in June 2020. I did my final year psychiatry rotation in January 2018. This was me back again in psych department for my closing exam to become a doctor...
Now I can’t make this shit up. The psych doctor then tried to help me and said the following:
“I said something about this question in the first psychiatry lecture I gave when you were in your 5th year”...
“I said something about this question in the first psychiatry lecture I gave when you were in your 5th year”...
To add context to this, he was referring to a lecture he gave in 2017. For a bright student, this was helpful info, but Dr. Michael was not a bright student so his heart started racing...
The moral of the story at this point is this:
“Don’t have a heart. It will disappoint you.”
I laughed a little because I laugh when I’m nervous in exams. I glanced over to the other doctor examiner in the room hoping he would butt in. He just stared blankly at me...
“Don’t have a heart. It will disappoint you.”
I laughed a little because I laugh when I’m nervous in exams. I glanced over to the other doctor examiner in the room hoping he would butt in. He just stared blankly at me...
I started sweating too. It was already a hot summer day but I was sweating something different. The room was quiet. I heard a car pass by. I thought to myself, “who sent you to do this medicine thing? Anyway, you’re a few questions away from bagging this degree”...
I adjusted my tie and sat up. Everything I said from this point until he threw the second question at me was wrong. He tried to hide the disappointment by looking down at the sheet of paper with my details on it but I was wearing a paisley tie so that didn’t bother me much...
About 10 minutes later, but what felt to me like 2 hours, the cardiologist starts asking questions. I was in my comfort zone again. I definitely impressed him a little until he asked his final question...
I told him all the antihypertensive drug classes with examples. Then he said something that shattered my already fragile confidence. He asked about a drug that type and I can’t even remember right now but the answer was simple. I paused as usual...
The disappointment shone from his face like a beam of light in a dark room. He kept trying to lead me but I was a stubborn goat. I fumbled all the way. Then he said the answer and honestly I don’t remember right now...
So you’re probably wondering what the point of all this is. Here it is:
“We need more kind examiners in medical school”
These doctors were patient with me (see what I did there). I took some time but I answered a lot of their questions.
“We need more kind examiners in medical school”
These doctors were patient with me (see what I did there). I took some time but I answered a lot of their questions.
