Mike Jones' swag? Just one of those things.
But the one that particularly perturbed me was the fact that they gave us a list of six different guidelines to peruse and become vaguely familiar with. This may sound innocuous and tiny, but:
A) These 6 guidelines amounted to around 100 pages of material to scan with less than 24 hours notice before the exam. It's not like I have shit to do or anything, right?
B) These 100 pages were a goddamn smokescreen. The patient had a disease state of concern when you entered the picture wasn't in those. I would have been better off if they hadn't told me anything. I would have been especially better off if we weren't told to stop freaking out over it -- I'd rather pass with an ulcer than fail really while being really mellow, dude. Mellowing me out before throwing about eight different issues at me simultaneously just resulted in me freaking out for the 20 minutes of prep like every fat person to ever appear on the show "Hole in the Wall."
"Goddammit."
In fact, when I got into the room I was so focused on cutting all eight Gordian Knots that I completely forgot the patient's name. I can't wait to see the replay on Wednesday because after flipping my chart over five times and saying "uh" enough to put a certain stats teacher to shame, I settled on referring to my patient as "You know, Mr. Stabbypants." My "doctor" eventually told me he was really busy and told me that if I didn't have anything else to add I should just leave.
After the block we've had, one last punch in the jimmies just rounds out the whole set I guess?
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