—One Day, David Nicholls
"Doctor" - EPISODE 7 - Convos With My 2-Year-Old - Season 2 Actual conversations with my 3-year-old daughter, as re-enacted by me and another full grown man….
It wouldn’t be as funny if there wasn’t a little truth to this
this is what doctoring lab is like for me.
I had my first standardized patient today. We are expected to perform an abbreviated physical examination and report our findings while we examine our patients. I could do those like a robot on my peers (all under 15 minutes!), but what tripped me up was actually examining a real, live, imperfect human being.
My standardized patient was a 60 year old something Caucasian female, but really I saw her as someone’s mom who had pretty peppered and brittle hair that I had to keep moving around to examine her face. It felt very intimate to be doing these things to a complete stranger. The little things, like pulling her socks on and off for her, tucking a strand of hair in her ear, or helping her sit up, takes precious time that I didn’t account for when I was practicing on my friends. Real people have edema in their lower legs, and I had to grade it. Older folks have trouble walking or getting up from a lying down position. We forget these things as young 20 something year olds.
It’s part of the reason I couldn’t finish the entire exam. Because of my courtesy and my deferential attitude, I just couldn’t see myself being direct and saying something like, “I’m going to take your socks off now” instead of “Alright I’m going to take a look at your feet, do you mind if I slip off your socks?” It’s a much longer sentence to say. For feedback, I was told to be more assertive.
I hope to be more assertive in the future, but not at the expense of respect. I’m still a wet-behind-the-ears kid, and this lady has 40 years of life on me. How can I just slip her socks off without asking?
aw thanks! I go to a D.O. school at Touro University in Vallejo, CA. If you like I can email you my application process/stats. I’d find you and PM you but you’re on anonymous ;) my email is email@example.com
It’s hard in your teens, and in your twenties, to maintain the same rate of change as the person next to you. One person always stays more the same, and more in love, than the other. Or almost always. This is true of romantic and semi-romantic and not-romantic relationships alike (although is any great friendship not-at-all-romantic?).
Often those with high rates of change (and I am one of them, I know) abandon relationships because they do not want to remember the self they were in those years. I have a loyalty to people I loved, especially girls and women; I will forever speak well of them and call back if they call. But I won’t call first. I’m slack at that. For such a constant memoirist I am very very bad at the past.
Sometimes when a friendship ends it is not a breakup, but a slowwww slow molting. You will become as good (or as bad, you choose) a friend to someone else. I don’t know if this is an answer, though, or a comfort with any real temperature. x
a constant memoirist
since I blog publicly and privately often I guess this is what I’d consider myself. the other day I spent awhile sifting through my old stuff and would be amazed at what I thought were such hard principles and truth of life. I could see what I was trying to get at but didn’t have a word for yet. The internet is cool if you’re not too afraid to look at that shit.
Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell
The question now is what opportunities does our culture and our generation offer us and how are we doing our best to make the most of it?
only with some close-ass friends can you stay at a dessert diner and talk from 9PM-1AM. There was no beer or mj involved. Just two slices of gourmet cake, one tiny little booth, and our entire lives to dig through: future, present, past. I love going through the old shit and discovering new things and clarifying certain moments. I love thinking about our futures. It never gets old. I just learn more dimensions of my friends and we keep growing.