Day 6 A Story of a Girl Who Calls Sir ‘Ma’am’ and Ma’am ‘Sir’… or Sometimes ‘Mom’

Why is it that every single time I have to wish someone (read: a faculty), I get sooo stressed?

Sometimes I genuinely feel like vivas are better.

Nothing a “sorry sir” can’t fix… except my grades.

The weirdness of the situation.

The need to time it perfectly.

Why is it so complex?

Clinical Postings: My Own Personal Nightmare

As an introvert (I know my friends won’t agree), talking to a patient is way more daunting than actually diagnosing the case. Don't get me wrong I love postings it's the time during medschool where u kind of feel like a doctor. But still.

Somehow, I develop global aphasia the moment I have to converse or hold a vague conversation with anyone I don’t talk to on a daily basis.

Suddenly, even basic demographic data — name, age, education — feels difficult to ask.

Which is why I thought I’d go for surgery or radiology for PG…

But these days, surgeons talk to patients and radiologists might have to fight AI. So no thanks.

After all this torture, I realise I haven’t asked the most important question I need to present my case.

So I walk back…

Ask…

Come back…

Only to realise — there was more I should’ve asked.

Facepalm.

Professor: The Final Boss

In med school, you don’t just take a history.

You present it — standing — while your classmates stare at you and your soul slowly leaves your body and suddenly you have Wernicke's aphasia.(basically you talk nonsense)

And it doesn’t matter if you’re presenting or listening.

The questions will come for you anyway.

I honestly don’t know if there’s something wrong with my brain, or if everyone forgets first-year knowledge on command.

But standing there? It shows you exactly how much (or little) you know.

It hits you hard:

If this were real life, and that was my patient, I’d have no idea what to do.

Reflections from the Lab-Coated Chaos

I remember watching medical dramas before I joined college.

But I swear — it’s nothing like that.

Nothing prepares you for this.

And yet…

Somewhere between pretending to know and actually learning — one becomes a doctor.

And that’s kind of magical.

I may not have gained all the knowledge that exists today…

But I became a slightly braver, slightly more self-aware med student.

And that?

That is ENOUGH.

Till next time.