It’s two months into my second year of medical school, and I’m at the clinic, preparing to shadow Dr. Neiland, a primary care physician.
I didn’t want to come here this morning.
Yesterday, one of my preceptors decided that it was my turn to be “pimped.” Pimping, in medical education, is when the preceptor asks you questions until you get one wrong. Then he asks more questions, highlighting your ignorance. Theoretically, this …
Pamela sits on the examining-room stool, looking at me expectantly.
I am in my first year of medical school. I do as I’ve been told to do in medical skills class: I observe my patient — without judgment or assumptions — and try to figure out what questions to ask, based on the information I am given.
Pamela has curly, strawberry-blonde hair and looks to be thirty, just a few years older …
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