Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground.
Through thick and thin, my satchel has accompanied me through medical school. Initially, it strictly carried books and papers; now it is a repurposed bag for a clinical life.
I talked briefly about what I usually carry with me in my first clinical pearl post. In response to Wayfaring MD’s post, I thought I would share what I actually bring with me. These are my standard issue items, with room for switching or adding more items as needed:
- Pocket evaluation forms: For clinical skills and procedures.
- Pocket Medicine: A compact book for diagnostics, investigations and laboratory values.
- Two clipboards: The first contains regular paper for note taking including pre-printed progress notes and other chart-related forms; the second contains preceptor documentations including more formal evaluation sheets, outcomes checklists as well as my weekly schedule.
- The notepad: Where I write and gather my patient information and keep the to-do list for the patients I am responsible for.
- Moleskin notebook: Where I keep rotation specific clinical pearls and other tips and tricks.
- Two pens: Always keep a back up pen. Always.
- Pen light: For the quick neurological screen.
- ID cards
- Three packs of lubricating jelly: Need to do a digital rectal exam or a bimanual exam? Gloves are everywhere but these are not.
- Access codes and contact list
- Juice box
- Two granola bars
- Pager: How I wish this could not be standard issue.
- Stethoscope: If I am not walking around with it around my neck, it goes back into the bag until its next calling.
Other items that I will sometimes include are rotation specific pocketbooks, headphones, and my phone charger to name a few.
To the medical readers, what do you carry with you? Tag your response with #what’s in your pocket.
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
and girls hitting,
in the field across
the street, shrieking
with joy as tiny
Mothers and fathers
drink in the garage,
sliding gently and
the divorced bodies
ache to be touched,
hoping to erode
I went jogging this morning and i noticed a guy was following me and i was so scared lmfao my heart was pounding and then he finally caught up to me and said “hey you dropped 50 bucks” and i took it and started running and while i’m running i’m laughing because the 50 dollars didn’t belong to me