Ob/Gyn.

  • How did I feel when I got home?

Ugh.

  • Did I feel excited to look up the illnesses and diseases in the patients I was caring for, or to study for the shelf exam? Was there diversity in the conditions being treated?

No. So many no’s.

  • What were the main feelings I encountered while working with the patients? The medical team?

“Why can’t they just push for a couple hours instead of us pushing more Ptocin to speed things along?”

“Why is the team doing a poll on whether Snape was Harry’s father or not?”

“Oh, look- another low transverse incision.”

“Oh, look- another shelf question about a pregnant woman with bleeding. Still no idea.”

  • How much direct patient contact was there? 

So much. Too much vagina.

  • What were the humdrum aspects in the patient population or workflow that would have to be tolerated for the rest of your life?

Oh dear god where do I begin.

  • Does this specialty address one of the leading causes of death in the world?

Probably.

  • How easily can motivational impact be integrated into a career in this specialty?

Meh.

  • Does this specialty focus on preventing problems or fixing problems?

Both, I guess. But truthfully, Ob/Gyn was like nails on a chalkboard to me. It was the first and only rotation I have disliked during medical school so far- and I’m okay with that. Maybe it’s my lack of personal experience with childbirth, differences in personalities with those who chose to pursue the specialty, or maybe a lack of a lot of exposure to newborns as I was growing up. Or, maybe, my soul spirit was in medicine in a past life and my allergy to Ob/Gyn stems from a deeply-rooted fire that spans through time and space. Whatever the reason may be, I am so blissfully okay with plopping Ob/Gyn onto the pile beside Radiology and Pathology of specialties I can safely cross off my list (and possibly burn later).

Advertisements

Ob/Gyn.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s