Back

Last week I headed back to the world of medicine. The time off passed quickly, especially with packing and moving to a new place in the spring.  Was great to be home and spend time with my family.  This summer we have enjoyed a few family trips and had some visitors. I may do a longer review at some point of my pat leave, but put simply I’m glad I had the opportunity to spend the time at home.

The first week back was a lot to take in. My home clinic was happy to see me, nice to catch up with the staff. I’m a bit rusty and slow seeing patients, in part because the EMR there was updated recently. On top of that I’m starting my first hospital based rotation and learning their EMR and they way they like things done. Got through the first week and even had a few kind comments from patients.

On Family Medicine

The #justaFP project from the U of Manitoba Family Medicine Interest Group profiles family practitioners. It is an effort to combat negatives attitudes towards the specialty and choosing to be “just” a family doctor.  I was recently profiled and spoke of my journey through medical school along with my choosing Family Medicine and reactions to that choice.  Check it and other profiles out: “just” a family physician

Match

My Match moment: Change a soiled diaper, get a text asking about Match results and look at the clock and realize it is after noon.  Check my results, put on music, and dance with my son.

I’m leaving Western and joining McMaster’s Family Medicine program.  A lot of thought went into choosing this path and my ranking of sites, it should be a great fit.  Now to find a place to live and move for July.

Congrats to 2016s across the country.

The Crying Doctor

The Crying Doctor

At the end of my first year of medical school I spent a few days shadowing Dr. S in a small rural hospital. He was one of the younger doctors in the hospital, spending time in both a family medicine practice and in the emergency department. We had many similarities; both of us studied microbiology before entering medicine and recently started families. We bonded through these commonalities, leading to my being granted some independence in seeing patients and taking histories. Between patients he stood in the office, gently swaying back and forth, sharing with me his love of medicine.

During one short break, he proudly shared a few pictures of his infant daughter. He mentioned that he had recently dropped his workload from 115 hours a week to 65, with further reductions planned. I was surprised that he had such a workload until recently and proceeded to ask what had led to the change.

“A colleague of mine, also working over 100 hours a week, came into work crying one morning,” Dr. S stated. “When I asked him why he was crying, he said that that morning his 4 year old daughter had approached him and asked, ‘Daddy, where do you live?’” I could see that just telling the story caused him to well up. He blinked away a few tears. I gave an understanding nod. Nothing more was said on it, and we went on to see the next patient.

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Originally published in the UNM Medical MUSE Spring 2014 Edition. Available online PDF