1/30/09 11:38 pm - anatomy
This class gives me a headache. I'm either loving it or hating it but never in a comfortable, apreciative middle ground.
I
love that it's so hands-on. After sitting through what seems like endless hours of lectures in a dark, windowless room it's nice to work with my hands. The smell isn't that bad either. You get use to it after awhile unlike neuroanatomy. (sidenote: The only time I had to go into neuro lab on Monday was before ecm so I had to go directly to see my patient after. Such a bad idea! The fumes from the preservatives were absorbed in my eyes and made me tear up randomly in front of my patient! I'm sure that made him feel
real comfortable. Never. Again.) It's a fantastic opportunity to explore the body. I really don't understand the people who skip lab or chose not to dissect; after this year it'll be a rare instance to ever get a chance like this. Besides the standard skinning and other scalpel work, I've gotten the chance to saw a leg off from the level of the sacrum (election day. skipped party in grant park to do so. worth it), perform what was essentially a full spinal laminectomy (inauguration day. many obama references!), and saw off the calva to remove the brain to observe the cranial nerves (sawing is fun. my group is convinced I'm going into ortho surgery).
Downers can pretty much be characterized by everything that happened this week. You can never know enough. Granted this is true for everything in the field of medicine and I have long accepted this fact but this week was just threw this in my face and laughed at me. After putting in additional lab time at night with my study group to try and learn this foreign language my preceptor goes and questions my dissection group about things that I have never heard of. After it became clear that we knew nothing about forensic pathology, she spent the next 2 hours yelling at us about our ignorance and how we are going to kill all our patients in the future. Of course we had to stay 3hrs later than all the other groups to redeem ourselves by dissecting things that weren't even listed in our manual. It was just so physically and emotionally draining. The fact that half our group ditched us when they saw her screaming, leaving only three people (including myself), did
not help. After getting home I just laid down and couldn't get up (which btw, completely threw off my study schedule. lame. and it made me miss my tango lesson. double lame).
Tomorrow will be another 8 hr review session. Except it's not really review since this semester they removed lecture during the week due to my class being crazy and complaining. So what it really is now is 8 continuous hours of lecture punctuated by three 15 min breaks on Saturdays. And instead of listening to him natter on while sitting in a lecture hall, we get to stand in a crowded little circle during lab to listen to him natter. It's definitely a good thing that our professors are so receptive to our criticism and try really hard to improve our curriculum but why such extreme changes...?