No. 16: My attending gave me a bad grade… because of my hair

7 minute read-  Medical school: WHAT? An "unsatisfactory” in professionalism? How is that possible??!! I stared at my grade in disbelief. I was used to getting good grades my whole life. Valedictorian in high-school, summa cum laude in college, and then average to slightly above average grades during my first two years of medical school …

No. 15: My patient tried to kill himself

7 minute read- Intern year: “NO! Please don’t! PLEASEEEEE!” came the blood curdling scream of a 16-year-old girl. She was shaking and crying in anticipation of pain, and I couldn’t blame her: the resident taking care of her was about to pull off her fingernail in order to drain a collection of pus in the tip …

No. 14: My patient threw up all over me

7 minute read-Intern Year: I liked her right away. She was in her early 30s, chocolate-skinned with a wide playful smile, and wasn’t afraid to wear her purple bonnet around the hospital without shame. She reminded me of home (ATL, that is!); thick southern accent, kind to everyone that worked with her, while simultaneously sporting …

No. 13: The time my patient asked me on a date

5 Minute Read-Intern year: “Hey Doc, am I officially discharged?” my patient asked as I helped him sign paperwork before leaving the hospital. “Yessir!” I responded cheerily. “You can go in just a few minutes, just let your nurse come to remove your IV and give you your clothes.” “So…..” his voice took on a …

No. 12: My attending said I’m a waste of talent

5 Minute Read-Intern Year: “Oyetewa, please follow me to my office,” my attending (aka my boss) said, her back already turned to me as she walked down the hallway. She was a 5’2” brown-skinned woman with long, jet black hair, and a persistently unsmiling face. I had been working with her for two weeks in …

No. 11: The time my niece cut her skin off

6 Minute Read-Sometime before medical school I heard the crying before I heard the doorbell ring. It was around 4 in the afternoon, and big yellow buses were trucking down the neighborhood streets, dropping kids home after school. I was living with family at the time to save money on rent, which came with particular …

No. 10: My patient was abandoned by her family

7 Minute Read-Intern Year: “The problem is… you don’t have enough sex,” said my patient as I helped her back into bed. “ExCUSE me?!” I spurted incredulously, watching her as she chuckled. She was an 80-something-year-old, spunky, olive-toned woman with silvery white hair she wore in a long braid down her back. She demanded I …