As I write this, I am moments away from entering a new day. It’s already mid-October of my second year of medical school and in a little over ten days, my patient history taking and physical exam skills will be assessed. In several months, I will be taking the first board exam to prove my grasp of pre-clinical knowledge. In less than a year, I will be in clinic daily and directly responsible for critical parts of patient care.
It is unbelievable how quickly all this is happening. In many ways, this year so far has been a wonderful affirmation of why I came to medical school. The material, although more complex, is more applicable to clinical work. We are now engaging in case-based learning to a greater degree and I have found it so stimulating to work through the presented symptoms and lab findings to formulate the differential diagnosis. My classmate and I are now mid-semester of the new course on US Health Justice we have piloted this fall with much success—an experience that has been incredibly gratifying and humbling. Some sessions so far have hit very close to home and I felt compelled to take a break to process all that was discussed. Yet, I strive to come back with increased optimism and fervor about the role I can play in health advocacy as a future provider.
Alongside all this excitement, however, I have also been experiencing much anxiety…
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