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It’s story time Sunday with Kait.
I’ll be talking about the time I passed out in the middle of class as an M1.
A THREAD!
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I’ll be talking about the time I passed out in the middle of class as an M1.
A THREAD!
#MedStudentTwitter
It was a day like any other day. Except the fact that I didn’t eat much lunch.
Why? Because I was SUPER excited about flying back to Lexington to see my college pals!
Too much energy! Who needs food?!
Why? Because I was SUPER excited about flying back to Lexington to see my college pals!
Too much energy! Who needs food?!
That afternoon we had a central line placement workshop at the hospital.
It was our first time rolling up to the hospital in our crop-top length coats. We were high on life. We were gonna learn REAL medicine today.
It was our first time rolling up to the hospital in our crop-top length coats. We were high on life. We were gonna learn REAL medicine today.
We get to the room, and we have our favorite clinical skills instructor by the grace of God (this is important later in the story).
Turns out we are not doing anything on a live person, but there’s a plastic torso on the table (ie we all adjust our expectations for the day).
Turns out we are not doing anything on a live person, but there’s a plastic torso on the table (ie we all adjust our expectations for the day).
She begins telling us all about the central line and starts passing one around for us to look at.
It’s all fun and games until one of my classmates gets WILD with this central line.
He’s flinging it around, laughing. I’m like “uh haha yeah, this is cool”
He’s flinging it around, laughing. I’m like “uh haha yeah, this is cool”
Suddenly this white coat is making me extremely sweaty. Am I allowed to take it off?
Pshhh I can’t take it off. No one will know how low I am on the totem pole without that beauty.
Pshhh I can’t take it off. No one will know how low I am on the totem pole without that beauty.
Then I hear “OOPS! I think you might have broken it.”
Turns out this is the last thing I’d hear for quite some time.
Turns out this is the last thing I’d hear for quite some time.
I think I tried to walk backwards outta there real fast, but instead the good ole vagus nerve got me to the ground first.
...not before hitting a rolling tray table and a door handle.
...not before hitting a rolling tray table and a door handle.
In any other circumstance this would be fine. BUT I’m surrounded by overly eager classmates who want to “help me.”
One of which thinks it’s a good idea to sit me up. “KAIT ARE YOU AWAKE?!!”
Reader, I was not.
One of which thinks it’s a good idea to sit me up. “KAIT ARE YOU AWAKE?!!”
Reader, I was not.
Finally my instructor steps in and tells everyone to stop everything, and I wake up to her beautiful face hovering over mine.
My first words back in the land of the living were: “Dammit how’d I end up down here?”
My first words back in the land of the living were: “Dammit how’d I end up down here?”
She made me get in a wheelchair and rolled me downstairs to the ER.
Meanwhile I’m like “SIS I HAVE A PLANE TO CATCH”
She did not care.
Meanwhile I’m like “SIS I HAVE A PLANE TO CATCH”
She did not care.
An x ray, finger prick, 90 second neuro exam, and bruised ego later I AM FREE!
Moral of the story: ALWAYS EAT LUNCH
Moral of the story: ALWAYS EAT LUNCH
