You know it's a long day when you have to be at the Medical Education building before it unlocks and you don't leave until it locks again for the night. We started the day with our one and only biostatistics exam at 8am. One class down! I think this is the third time I've thought I was done with math classes forever. And sure enough, I found out that we will have another round of biostats next year.
After a few bouts of anatomy, we had our first clinical practice sessions on taking a patient's history. This involved small groups and role playing and was surprisingly fun. As another example of medical education relying on students just winging it at first with very little preparation, we initially had no idea what we were doing. But after an hour playing both the doctor and patient, we quickly and noticeably improved. I for one learned that when my fake-patient responded to my question about her father by saying he didn't have one, I probably shouldn't have responded "So... immaculate conception?" but instead have tried something like, "Is your father still alive, or estranged, or did you know your father?" Who knew!?
The required reading for this class has a nice sense of humor too. When explaining how to start with open-ended questions, the book recommends something like, "What brought you to the hospital?" but then warns: "Although this question may be subject to concrete answers like, 'A taxi.'" I love that it acknowledges smart-ass patients.
TIL: The rupture of an ovarian cyst is the exact same pain as being kicked in the testes*.
When a C-section is performed, the amniotic fluid bursts forth from the uterine incision like a dirty Gatorade volcano.
*You can tell I'm becoming a professional because (after ten minutes of debate) I did not call them balls, nuts, cojones, etc.
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