Today on formal rounds with the attendings, I had to present a patient who has been a resident of the VA for over a month. I stumbled through my presentation semi-triumphantly, only to be hit by the pimp sessions of all pimp sessions.
I was pimped on drugs. I was pimped on procedures. I was pimped on physiology. If your wildest medical imagination could dream it up, I was pimped on it, for 20+ minutes. I could actually see my fellow M3s pleading to the attendings with their eyes to stop the brutality. But I actually thought I did decent... I mean, I knew, maybe... half of the answers....
I can remember the days of my life when I used to know all the answers, routinely make 100s on tests. Nowadays, however, knowing around 50% is something to celebrate. Oh how times have changed...
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And now finished with surgery! Are you excited?
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