Through My Eyes: The Importance of Mentoring
Alexa Mieses, MD/MPH Candidate, Class of 2016, discusses her involvement in mentoring.
Alexa Mieses is an MD/MPH Candidate, Class of 2016
Jake on Third Year
Jake Prigoff, Class of 2016, discusses the structure of ISMMS’s third year of medical school and his expectations.
Jake Prigoff is an MD candidate, Class of 2016
Artistic Expressions: A Poem on Schizophrenia
Kamini Doobay, Class of 2017, wrote the following poem shortly after Schizophrenia was covered in class and she saw a patient with the disease in the hospital. From the author: “This is my attempt to write a narrative poem about a patient based in a time/culture when typical antipsychotics dominated and when there was much less awareness and understanding of the disease. Though the medications have improved and lives are better, we are far from perfect.”
A Day in the Life: Not My Typical Week (But Still Pretty Busy!)
This week was a little unusual for two reasons. First, we did not have an exam. Second, I was away at a conference the previous week, presenting my research. Therefore, I spent a lot of time catching up on things (e.g. sleep, errands etc.).
Monday
11:30AM: Wake up and walk my dog
12PM: Eat breakfast/lunch and answer emails
A Day in the Life: End of the Year Sprint
Hi Again! You will in this post see how things look during the final week of classes. You will notice there’s a lot less happening in my schedule other than classes/studying during this time because it is crack-down mode! And then STEP 1 Board Preparation begins! I have allotted myself 4 weeks for Board studying after classes are over.
Monday
9-10am: Pulmonary lecture- Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS)
The Extraordinary Physician – Part 1
The following is the first in a two-part reflection piece written by Kamini Doobay, Class of 2015, during her Art and Science of Medicine (ASM) class.
“Breathe with your patient – with your stethoscope placed correctly. In and out….and again, in and out.”
As I fumbled to get my earpiece in correctly and gently place the cold stethoscope on Mr. T’s back, Dr. Fierer spoke these words. Breathe with my patient? I nodded in acceptance, for he knew what he was doing and I clearly did not. My skepticism and self-doubt was not obvious. No one – the doctor, the patient or my fellow classmates – could tell that all I was thinking was,”How can I breathe with my patient and listen at the same time?”
