The Bubble Boy

He showed up to his first day of perinatology not sure of what to expect. He was typing notes at a work station when his eyes met those of the attending to which he was assigned for the week.

"Are you with us this week?"
He nodded his head.
"Come along, then," the doctor said gesturing in a somewhat inviting somewhat melodramatic fashion.

And so, just like Jesus called his disciples, the slightly bewildered med student pended his note and followed his attending for the morning rounds. They were soon joined by a resident, a couple nurses, and a nursing graduate student. The rounds started off as benign as any other. Patients were seen, pleasantries were exchanged, and they moved on to the next room. Rounds went quickly with little explanation of the problems and little discussion. This was expected from this attending so the medical student thought nothing of it.

Throughout the day, the attending talked with pretty much everyone in his path. He treated patients kindly, cracked dry jokes from time to time, and went out of his way to try to make sure the nursing student would be able to do the things she needed to do for her schooling.

To the medical student, he said very little, and there was no harm in this in and of itself, but when a group of them would be in a room shooting the breeze waiting for the next patient, it became evident that the attending had very little to say to the medical student. The student in the short white coat thought this to be rather strange for someone who was so cordial to everyone else, and wondered if he had done something to offend the doctor, but could not think of a single interaction that had lasted long enough to even warrant taking offense.

And this continued throughout the rest of the week. The MS3 became increasingly annoyed with the indifference, and found his attending's behavior, in some ways, to be childish. He became annoyed with the whole system of large universities making heaping sums off indebted students for a training that often exposed them to "volunteer" faculty who simply didn't care to teach And, of course, much of these loans were government-sponsored. In some ways, it was a circle of futility. No one person could be singled out and yet everyone was at fault.

and so the week dragged on. Patients were followed, discharged, and admitted. It was a daily grind on the floors with nurses, physicians, even maintenance people, scurrying about, and somewhere, amid the routine of the hospital machine, a single medical student found himself lost within a world of progress notes, shelf exams, and meaningless rounds that went on as if that short white coat was but a ghost of the imagination.