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I'm looking forward to the #future, and feeling grateful for the #past 🍀💉⚕
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I'm looking forward to the #future , and feeling grateful for the #past 🍀💉⚕ . . . ________________________________________ #odontologia #odonto #dentistry #dentista #dentistas #dentistrystudent #medstudent #medlife #clinic #smile #labcoat #scrub #dentaloffice #dentalhygiene #dentalpractice #doctor #student #umf #dentists #dentist ...

Study flatlay: anesthesia textbook, notebook, fine tip pen, post it, bullet journal, sheep stickers - @theanatomyoffashion.

Study flatlay: anesthesia textbook, notebook, fine tip pen, post it, bullet journal, sheep stickers - @theanatomyoffashion ...

The routine of morning rounds is such that any minute change is wildly apparent and a stark reminder of how quickly things can change in the usual slow hum of the inpatient world. We were on our way to see a patient who had been admitted a few days prior with the flu complicated by her failing kidneys and lungs. Further complicating things, she was found to have multiple other serious infections and didn’t speak any English.

When we walked in the room that morning, having already donned our masks and gowns, it was clear something had changed. She was delirious and confused – unable to answer our basic questions of who or where she was, asked through the crackly voice of our translator who was on speakerphone. As we exited the room, the resident began rattling off a list of things that could have caused this acute change in mental status, saving the most serious for last – the possibility that one of her infections had spread to her brain.

We headed back to the workroom to get on with our tasks – putting in orders, calling consults, and following up on lab results. This patient’s delirium was still on my mind, specifically the possibility of this brain infection. I recalled from class that antiviral therapy should be started immediately to improve mortality outcomes, but didn’t see any orders in. I suggested this to the resident. He stopped and looked at me sternly. For a second, I thought he was going to lecture me for questioning his medical decision making. However, his look softened as he said, “That’s a great idea. I want you to pick up this patient.” I sat there, proud of myself that I had, for the first time, suggested something that changed how a patient was managed. But part of me was trying to grasp what it would mean to look after her. The weight of her becoming MY responsibility became apparent all too quickly. A few minutes later, I broke the silence again. “… I’m afraid she’s going to die.” I think my honesty surprised him. In medicine, emotional guarding as a defense mechanism is virtually an expectation. In that rare moment of earnestness, I think he let his guard down for the first time in a while. “Me too.”
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The routine of morning rounds is such that any minute change is wildly apparent and a stark reminder of how quickly things can change in the usual slow hum of the inpatient world. We were on our way to see a patient who had been admitted a few days prior with the flu complicated by her failing kidneys and lungs. Further complicating things, she was found to have multiple other serious infections and didn’t speak any English. When we walked in the room that morning, having already donned our masks and gowns, it was clear something had changed. She was delirious and confused – unable to answer our basic questions of who or where she was, asked through the crackly voice of our translator who was on speakerphone. As we exited the room, the resident began rattling off a list of things that could have caused this acute change in mental status, saving the most serious for last – the possibility that one of her infections had spread to her brain. We headed back to the workroom to get on with our tasks – putting in orders, calling consults, and following up on lab results. This patient’s delirium was still on my mind, specifically the possibility of this brain infection. I recalled from class that antiviral therapy should be started immediately to improve mortality outcomes, but didn’t see any orders in. I suggested this to the resident. He stopped and looked at me sternly. For a second, I thought he was going to lecture me for questioning his medical decision making. However, his look softened as he said, “That’s a great idea. I want you to pick up this patient.” I sat there, proud of myself that I had, for the first time, suggested something that changed how a patient was managed. But part of me was trying to grasp what it would mean to look after her. The weight of her becoming MY responsibility became apparent all too quickly. A few minutes later, I broke the silence again. “… I’m afraid she’s going to die.” I think my honesty surprised him. In medicine, emotional guarding as a defense mechanism is virtually an expectation. In that rare moment of earnestness, I think he let his guard down for the first time in a while. “Me too.” — ...

You had me at yellow. 🍋 Shop new Purple Label by @hhscrubs!.

You had me at yellow. 🍋 Shop new Purple Label by @hhscrubs ! ...

To everyone who is now stressed, with heart full of fear and mind filled with doubts, feeling lost and not seeing the way out of it. 
Let it go.
Let it all go.
You’re gonna make everything you want happen but first you have to carry piece and belief within. In your heart and mind. 
You’re only destroying yourself like this. Without a single point. 
When you’ve have worked so hard, why don’t you just trust that your effort was not waste of time? 
You put so much of your energy into something and then expect you will fail? 
Don’t be ridiculous. 
Man up. 
You put all your time here. Your emotions. 
And now you want to give up? 
Now? 
Really? 
Why would you do that to yourself? 
Why would you want to disappoint yourself?
Everything’s gonna work out well eventually, even if not immediately. 
You wouldn’t start in the first place if you didn’t believe you can make it. 
Don’t forget it. 
Always remind yourself how far you’ve come and what struggles you’ve already been through.
But you did it. 
You were fighting and you won. 
You have always won.
Pray. 
God believes in you.
Your mother believes in you.
I do believe in you.
But the most important question is
Do you believe in you?
#medstudent #justbelieve.

To everyone who is now stressed, with heart full of fear and mind filled with doubts, feeling lost and not seeing the way out of it. Let it go. Let it all go. You’re gonna make everything you want happen but first you have to carry piece and belief within. In your heart and mind. You’re only destroying yourself like this. Without a single point. When you’ve have worked so hard, why don’t you just trust that your effort was not waste of time? You put so much of your energy into something and then expect you will fail? Don’t be ridiculous. Man up. You put all your time here. Your emotions. And now you want to give up? Now? Really? Why would you do that to yourself? Why would you want to disappoint yourself? Everything’s gonna work out well eventually, even if not immediately. You wouldn’t start in the first place if you didn’t believe you can make it. Don’t forget it. Always remind yourself how far you’ve come and what struggles you’ve already been through. But you did it. You were fighting and you won. You have always won. Pray. God believes in you. Your mother believes in you. I do believe in you. But the most important question is Do you believe in you? #medstudent #justbelieve ...

THE PULSE OF THE UNDERGROUND
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🇬🇧 Life is like when you go down the stairs and find the Subway doors wide open, waiting for you. And after three stops, you realize that it is going in the opposite direction.
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🇪🇸 La vida es como cuando bajas las escaleras y encuentras las puertas del Metro abiertas de par en par, esperándote. Y después de tres paradas, te das cuenta de que va en la dirección opuesta.
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🇮🇹 La vita è quando scendi le scale e trovi la metro spalancata ad aspettarti. E dopo tre fermate ti accorgi che l’hai presa nel senso opposto.
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#medart #medicalart #medicineart #conceptart #medical #medicine #heART #heartart #anatomy #anatomyart #anatomical #anatomicalart #anatomicalheart #doctor #cardiology #cardiologia #underground #subway #medstudent #medlife #medschool #nurse #sciart #corazon #nurselife #scicomm #conceptual #illustration #madrid #metro.

THE PULSE OF THE UNDERGROUND . 🇬🇧 Life is like when you go down the stairs and find the Subway doors wide open, waiting for you. And after three stops, you realize that it is going in the opposite direction. . 🇪🇸 La vida es como cuando bajas las escaleras y encuentras las puertas del Metro abiertas de par en par, esperándote. Y después de tres paradas, te das cuenta de que va en la dirección opuesta. . 🇮🇹 La vita è quando scendi le scale e trovi la metro spalancata ad aspettarti. E dopo tre fermate ti accorgi che l’hai presa nel senso opposto. . . . #medart #medicalart #medicineart #conceptart #medical #medicine #heART #heartart #anatomy #anatomyart #anatomical #anatomicalart #anatomicalheart #doctor #cardiology #cardiologia #underground #subway #medstudent #medlife #medschool #nurse #sciart #corazon #nurselife #scicomm #conceptual #illustration #madrid #metro ...

Officially passed my first year as a doctor😁🥳👩🏻‍⚕️.
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Although there are no compulsory exams in foundation training, we have to submit and pass a yearly portfolio in order to progress ✅.
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There's still 6 weeks left of being the baby doctor 👶🏻 before I rotate and treat real babies in paeds or join the action in A+E.
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Good luck to everyone receiving their ARCP results today 🙏🏽💙 -
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#doctor #medicine #foundationtraining #pass #ambition #progress #medlife #med #scrubs #doctorsofinstagram #docsofinsta #stethoscope #surgeonsofinstagram #paediatrics #emergency #surgey #medicalschool #medschool #medicalstudent #medstudent #scrublife #happydoctors.

Officially passed my first year as a doctor😁🥳👩🏻‍⚕️. - Although there are no compulsory exams in foundation training, we have to submit and pass a yearly portfolio in order to progress ✅. - There's still 6 weeks left of being the baby doctor 👶🏻 before I rotate and treat real babies in paeds or join the action in A+E. - Good luck to everyone receiving their ARCP results today 🙏🏽💙 - - - - - - - - #doctor #medicine #foundationtraining #pass #ambition #progress #medlife #med #scrubs #doctorsofinstagram #docsofinsta #stethoscope #surgeonsofinstagram #paediatrics #emergency #surgey #medicalschool #medschool #medicalstudent #medstudent #scrublife #happydoctors ...

Wenn auch eher mittelmäßig sind die großen Klausuren für dieses Semester offiziell bestanden was mich dazu bringt die aktuelle Situation zu reflektieren und mit euch zu teilen. Klar, man hätte mehr lernen können. Man hätte im Pharma-Seminar aufpassen können statt Frisuren auf Pinterest zu pinnen, hätte alleine zu Hause ein Toast essen können statt gemeinsam zu kochen, hätte den Park gegen die Bib und das Bett gegen den Schreibtisch tauschen können, hätte statt 7 lieber 10 Stunden am Stück lernen können. Vielleicht wären dann mit Glück mehr Punkte und eine bessere Note drin gewesen; vielleicht, vielleicht aber auch nicht! 🤷🏽‍♀️ Ganz sicher hätte ich dann aber nicht so viel Spaß gehabt, mich nicht ehrenamtlich beim Teddybärkrankenhaus engagiert, mich nicht als Mensch weiterentwickelt, hätte Chancen verstreichen lassen. Was ich damit sagen will: Noten definieren Dich nicht, und entscheiden ganz sicher nicht darüber, wer am Ende ein guter Arzt, eine gute Ärztin wird! Noten, denn ich will nicht mit einem Einserschnitt, aber schon ausgebrannt durch's Studium ins Berufsleben starten, sondern lieber mit durchschnittlichem Abschluss und motiviert mein Bestes für meine zukünftigen Patienten geben. Jule over and out 😎 #wortzummontag #nurliebe Eure Jule ♥️." src="https://scontent-lht6-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/e1eff04f166c3a72511bf02ea830fe18/5D943024/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/65223679_573394376401238_5349976654084057624_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-lht6-1.cdninstagram.com&ig_cache_key=MjA2ODM2ODYzMTgwMDU4NDIxMw%3D%3D.2" class="border--round">

Wenn auch eher mittelmäßig sind die großen Klausuren für dieses Semester offiziell bestanden was mich dazu bringt die aktuelle Situation zu reflektieren und mit euch zu teilen. Klar, man hätte mehr lernen können. Man hätte im Pharma-Seminar aufpassen können statt Frisuren auf Pinterest zu pinnen, hätte alleine zu Hause ein Toast essen können statt gemeinsam zu kochen, hätte den Park gegen die Bib und das Bett gegen den Schreibtisch tauschen können, hätte statt 7 lieber 10 Stunden am Stück lernen können. Vielleicht wären dann mit Glück mehr Punkte und eine bessere Note drin gewesen; vielleicht, vielleicht aber auch nicht! 🤷🏽‍♀️ Ganz sicher hätte ich dann aber nicht so viel Spaß gehabt, mich nicht ehrenamtlich beim Teddybärkrankenhaus engagiert, mich nicht als Mensch weiterentwickelt, hätte Chancen verstreichen lassen. Was ich damit sagen will: Noten definieren Dich nicht, und entscheiden ganz sicher nicht darüber, wer am Ende ein guter Arzt, eine gute Ärztin wird! "Mittelmäßig", mein Wort für's 6. Semester was die Klausuren angeht, aber auch den POL-Kurs den wir gerade haben und der mich entgegen meiner Erwartungen fast genauso stresst wie die Prüfungen vorher. 😬 Es läuft gerade wirklich nicht wie gewünscht, für jede Sache die klappt tauchen drei neue auf, die nicht klappen und aktuell ist einfach die Luft raus, wie bei einem vergessenen Party-Luftballon der eine Woche nach der Feier traurig und verschrumpelt in einer Ecke rumliegt - so als Sinnbild, Ihr versteht. 🎈 Trotzdem muss ich mittlerweile sagen, auch wenn es schwerfällt: Leben>Noten, denn ich will nicht mit einem Einserschnitt, aber schon ausgebrannt durch's Studium ins Berufsleben starten, sondern lieber mit durchschnittlichem Abschluss und motiviert mein Bestes für meine zukünftigen Patienten geben. Jule over and out 😎 #wortzummontag #nurliebe Eure Jule ♥️ ...

#MondayThoughts
You’d think after we all finished medical school. All got accepted into residency. That’s it. We’d all be happy and satisfied. But unfortunately that’s not how our brains work. 
Even after everything we still compare ourselves to others.
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I remember during my first year I thought I was the absolute worst. I thought I was a lost cause. I remember going to our program coordinator scared I will be one of those people I read about who leave their training. If I wanted to order Nexium? I called my senior. Clonidine? I called my senior. Insulin drip? Help! Aggressive/manipulative patient? Can we go together? 😬 oh... you want me to call the attending to ask for their recommendations....um can we do it together? You want me to go pronounce my first patient?! 😮 um... come with me?
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But I kept working hard, I studied, I gained experience. I survived. I’ve had many interns this past year tell me they don’t know if they will be as “strong” as me in 3 years. I always tell them about how timid and scared I was during the first 6 months of internship and some get shocked. I think a lot of us forget how we started and I think it’s important to support those starting because during my intern year not one single soul told me they struggled too in the beginning. So not only was I struggling I felt like I was the only one. I only found out later that many did as well.
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Wishing you all a great week ahead! 💕.

#MondayThoughts You’d think after we all finished medical school. All got accepted into residency. That’s it. We’d all be happy and satisfied. But unfortunately that’s not how our brains work. Even after everything we still compare ourselves to others. . I remember during my first year I thought I was the absolute worst. I thought I was a lost cause. I remember going to our program coordinator scared I will be one of those people I read about who leave their training. If I wanted to order Nexium? I called my senior. Clonidine? I called my senior. Insulin drip? Help! Aggressive/manipulative patient? Can we go together? 😬 oh... you want me to call the attending to ask for their recommendations....um can we do it together? You want me to go pronounce my first patient?! 😮 um... come with me? . But I kept working hard, I studied, I gained experience. I survived. I’ve had many interns this past year tell me they don’t know if they will be as “strong” as me in 3 years. I always tell them about how timid and scared I was during the first 6 months of internship and some get shocked. I think a lot of us forget how we started and I think it’s important to support those starting because during my intern year not one single soul told me they struggled too in the beginning. So not only was I struggling I felt like I was the only one. I only found out later that many did as well. . Wishing you all a great week ahead! 💕 ...

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