This clerkship is flying by, and honestly I am quite enjoying myself. It's a nice lifestyle and we don't have much work to do outside of the 8-5 at all. It's not quite enough to pull me over to the world of psychiatry, but I like how things are going for now!
This morning, I remarked to the team that this is the most "well" that I've seen our patients. Everyone seemed to be improving, getting their lives together, recovering from various episodes of substance abuse/mania/depression/suicide attempt and it has been fantastic. The atmosphere of the floor has changed. The mood has shifted. We're at a sweet spot and things are on the upswing. Even the patients with the least amount of hope have some sparkle to their eyes. Praise the Lord for healing. Things like compassion and a soft tone of voice and a nod that says "I understand you. You are being heard. We care about your suffering" are more important on psych floors than most others than I've been on.
My team has been so appreciative and lavish with their praise of me lately, I don't quite know what to do with myself. Attendings and residents have asked me why I'm going into general surgery (with an air of half pity half confusion) and have told me that they've really enjoyed having me on their team. I hope to be that kind of person on all the teams I'm on (and I think so far I've been doing okay) and especially on a service known for its not-so-great people. I want to be the smiling intern who happily says yes and gets things done so no one has to ask twice, and to receive criticism humbly and to always learn so I can take care of my patients better.
To be salt and light. What a calling.
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