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Finally, An Autopsy!

A while back I wrote (here) that I would be viewing an autopsy. After scheduling myself to view one on two prior occasions, I was finally able to go to the County Coroner’s office to see an autopsy.

I wrote a short post about my experience and it is now online at The Differential.

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Conversations: How Much To Walk Away?

I asked my cousin (and if you’ve been following this blog you’ll know that my cousin is also a classmate of mine) this question, “If someone were to pay you to leave medical school, and you could never come back, how much money would it have to be?”

She thought for a while, and, instead of answering me with a straight answer, she asked me how much it would take for me to walk away.

I quickly replied, “$100 million.”

I’m not sure if she laughed or chuckled. My memory is a bit hazy on that part. But she said she’d probably do it for a “little less.” But upon pressing her about what “a little less” meant, I think she said $50 million. She did say, however, that she’d probably always wonder “What if?’ about staying in medical school.

Ideally someone would offer me $100 million to take and I could stay in medical school too. But if the condition was that I walk away and never return to med school… Well, I don’t think I’d have any qualms about that.

Does that make me any less of a medical student? Does it reflect poorly on me?

I wonder because I asked another classmate the same question. Her reply was a lighting-fast, “You couldn’t pay me to leave. You’d have to kick me out.”

Her answer left me speechless. Well kind of… I did manage to say, “Oh… that’s cool.”

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Nice People Make Me Smile

I just came home from the grocery store because I needed to buy some bread. So I walked in, picked up a bag of 6 rolls and then looked for a cashier. But there were only two cashiers working. As I looked at aisle one I saw a cart that was packed with food. You’d have thought she was preparing for Thanksgiving dinner.

I turned around and got in line at aisle ten. This was the 15-items-or-less line. But it had quite a number of people. Just as I got in line, I heard some older (and by older, I mean older than me) lady call out to me. Turning around I saw that she was about to push her cart into a lane that was just opening. But, noticing I only had one item, she called me over to go ahead of her.

And I drove home thinking, “I like nice people.”

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MSNBC.com: Young doctors graduate in Somalia

Source: MSNBC.com: Young doctors graduate in Somalia

I just read this article on MSNBC (link above). It’s pretty crazy. And I thought medical school was hard for me. The article tells of 20 men and women who are the first medical school graduates in the country of Somalia in almost two decades.

The students literally risked their lives to attend medical school. One student recounts becoming trapped under crossfire almost seven times during his commutes to the university. Another two of their classmates were actually gunned down recently.

What a story of dedication. I don’t think I would have the will or the passion to attend medical school in those types of conditions.

I admire these people. I don’t know what motivated them. Maybe they all have a desire to help the thousands of Somalis that are in desperate need of healthcare. Maybe each person found their strength in different places. But they are now equipped to help fellow-countrymen in the war-torn country of Somalia.