useless, worthless and hopeless...
I wonder why they don't adopt these time honoured phrase as the motto of our faculty. These three words must be the most frequently heard words of "encouragement" by any medical student, from our faculty at least.. ( other med facs must be the same most probably, but we have this natural tendency to consider that the neighboring pastures are the greenest.)
Anyway, what's the point? I mean there is a limit. A limit to how much we can do without any guidance or supervision. From the very first clinical appointment, we got to know the bitter truth. We are not taught. Never taught.. Expected to know everything, and severely reprimanded when we do not know.
And worse, we are not listened to or believed. I mean who believed or cared that 6 weeks of our first medical appointment was wasted doing nothing? Who asked us wether the "lectures" we got in our first surgery appointment were useful, relevant or worthwhile?
In the beginning of the fourth year very few of us know how to get a good history or examination..
And nobody would ever know, nobody would ever care.
Maybe one day i will be a consultant.. Just as i still remember all about being a child, then also i will hopefully remember all about being a medical student. I will remember about having to wear hevy white coats in damn hot weather, about staying up most of the night studying and still being 21, about having to worry about the modules, wards and the real world which does seem to exist on and off.... I would doubtless remember with "nostalgia" the ethics lectures from the behavioral department which seems to be the only place where medical ethics exist... And i most certainly will remember the hopelessness and fraustrated anger that i felt when the consultants treated me like furniture... i swear, i will definitely teach all the students whom i'll come across, and make a great job of it....
That will be my kind of revenge. :)