During my last hospital visit, we were sitting in the lobby waiting for the surgeon in charge to come get us. Assorted medical personnel were walking by, and lots and lots of scrubs. After a while I noticed you could actually tell what sort of doctor they were simply by the way they walked. So I wrote a Medscape post on the subject. And then I left it there because I had other stuff to post about (things that were obviously more urgent, like Cambridge students riding whale skeletons and emergency physicians predicting we were all going to graduate to become drunken incompetents. --Editor)
Then I went back yesterday, expecting the post to have the usual smattering of comments under it, most probably from a few surgeons calling me dirty names, and I see 74 comments under the article. Many were from people voicing their support of this particular medical stereotype, and a few surgeons (and people who had worked with surgeons) speaking out against it, including Sid Schwab of Surgeonsblog fame. (There was, of course, the odd commenter calling me an idiot, one of whom misunderstood exactly who I was insulting when I said we medical students were "ridiculously well dressed", but I'm used to people calling me an idiot. In fact I think it started when, in the labour room, the gynaecologist delivering me slapped my back and said "Breathe, you idiot!" --Ed)
For the record, I have worked with many great (and very humble) surgeons, and also some downright arrogant ones. I harbour dreams of becoming a surgeon myself (though after this fiasco, there probably isn't a single surgeon out there anymore who's willing to teach me. Sigh. --Ed). Do go over and read the post for yourself, and drop a comment if you have feelings on the matter. Some of those comments have been very insightful, especially to a lecture-theatre-bred medstudent brat like me, and I will put a few up here soon. In the meantime though, I'm off to Newcastle to meet with med students who actually get to see the inside of a hospital in their first FEW WEEKS of med school. (Bastards. --Ed) I just hope my train doesn't get attacked by Red Indians.