I have received my White Coat--the official transition from didactic year to clinical year. As the speaker said at our White Coat ceremony, that jacket is "a cloak of compassion and a blanket of humility." I'm striving to make that true of my career in medicine.
As of today I've finished with my Internal Med and ER rotations. I loved Internal Med and I enjoyed ER. I went into medicine dreaming of a career in emergency medicine. . . Reality Check: it's not all it's cracked up to be. I learned so much and it is a lot of fun to stitch up a face now and then, but I think I've discovered that I would rather be a master in a single field than a jack of all trades.
I've loved being in Columbia these past months. The love and fellowship I've found here have blown me away! Dare I say, I want to be here after graduation next year?! Those are scary words to me. But, I made my first move yesterday and put out "feelers" for a job here. I felt so old, so professional, and so stinkin' vulnerable. I told my parents it was worse than dating. . . it might be true.
The patients I'm seeing are changing my life. I feel so inadequate to help these people and so honored that they are allowing me the opportunity to try.
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