Most of my job is wrapped around the idea of understanding. And it’s a funny thing, really, because there is almost always more understanding to be had, no matter how wise you are or how many questions you ask. The first time you are a medical student with plenty of time and all your important questions written down and you take detailed notes…to a patient with pneumonia “ma’am do you have any exposure to birds?” Patient: “What? No?” Then the attending comes in after your confident presentation, asks a few questions in a slightly different manner and turns out patient has a bespoke mountain partridge aviary, and they caught their pneumonia from the sick bird they took to the vet on Saturday. The type of pneumonia is important because if its from a bird you use different meds to treat it.
How much did you share of this with anyone else? Aside from your doctors, were you getting emotional support (or social support maybe from a friend) during all of this?
“In the mean time my life kept getting smaller.“
So frustrating!
How much did you share of this with anyone else? Aside from your doctors, were you getting emotional support (or social support maybe from a friend) during all of this?
I’m glad I’m not stoic.