**While reading all the great A-Z posts in the blogging world, I decided to do a non-writing related post tonight**
If you've ever been around a medical student, you've heard some variation of this phrase:
"I'm soooo behind on studying."
It's expected to complain about how much studying there is to do, how it never ends. Weekend nights are spent wearing an oversized hoodie and reviewing lectures. My desk is a sea of Post It Notes, stacked review books, and pastel colored gel pens that should have disappeared in middle school. In the midst of sleep deprivation, a crammed schedule, and bit of isolation from society, the big picture can become blurry.
Today, while I was finishing a patient write up, a new perspective on studying emerged.
At the end of the report, I made a list of the patient's health issues and how to manage them. I looked up different forms of therapy, tests that could reveal more, and future problems to look out for. That was when it occurred to me:
Maybe studying----truly learning the depth of a condition----is a form of compassion. Understanding an ailment's pathophysiology, treatment, and management is the fertile ground for providing the best possible care.
That's the point, right? Why is it always easy to forget the point?
No matter what our profession, all of us study somehow so that we can improve and provide. Studying is doing justice to work, whatever the end goal may be.
You don't have to look far to find quotes about passion (often with a picture of a sunset in the background). Follow your passion, they say.
Do what you love.
Forget the rest.
It's all true--to a point. Medicine will always be a challenge but I've found that when I've studied and understood the material, the passion gets its mo-jo back.
Sometimes passion will come first and sometimes, it needs a nudge.