I spent six mornings this week in the hospital. The extra set of morning rounds to make up for the missed Monday after the van debacle. As one friend put it, both an entirely fair punishment and the worst thing in the world. I finished Friday lecture with a small sense of dread, knowing that I would have to wake up early the next morning to round on patients with my attending on a Saturday.
Outpatient OB/GYN has progressed surprisingly well. Fellow male medical students tell me they spent more time outside of the patient rooms than inside of them. With my preceptors, I’ve only been asked to step outside once or twice a day. Far less than I had been expecting. I’m honored each time a patient allows me to participate in their care.
Camille Imbo! Camille is a 25yo fourth year medical student, an older sister, and a black woman. I met her during a SELECT session this year and the rawness of her laugh put her on my radar. During this conversation, we discuss the importance of names and how they change identity, the politicization of blackness, the inseparable mix of purpose and potential, and the soulmate bond between herself and her grandmother.
I hope you enjoy! 🙂
Walking outside my apartment with fresh eyes, I realized that this practice would be two-fold: for my eyes and for my limbs. My eyes are drawn to exciting trees with high ledges and interesting branches. Unfortunately, at this stage in my monkey-ing about, my eyes serve up a meal larger than my limbs can process. For these trees near my apartment, well-manicured live oaks with strong limbs at least four feet off the ground, the difficulty seems to lie in the first move. I think to myself, ‘If only I could get to that first branch!’ while grabbing hold of a crook here and placing my bare foot there and ineffectively throwing my weight into the air.