But when the time came when her patients needed her, she demonstrated real care and diligence. She would even skip lunch and stay on at the station when poncy doctors dropped their clipboards and headed for the cafeteria. And she was nice to me. She'd tell me stuff the consultants wouldn't repeat for me and give me pointers before my fat was fried by said consultants.
I also knew she had a tough life. It showed. But she fought it and kept going. I met her during an attachment back in the days before medical school. She gave me my first glimpse into the hell that is medicine.
Recently a family member of mine had to have surgery. I was sitting in the waiting room trying to be the strong voice of reassurance to my family. I was, after all, a highly educated medic, dammit. But all I managed was a bad impression of a castrato singer trying not to sound like a castrato singer.
Luckily I was rescued by a nurse. Read the whole story on Medscape's med student blog The Differential. Again, do leave a friendly comment if you like the post. I need to convince my Medscape bosses that I'm more than just a goofy smile on the blog...