Far from havens as med schools would
To very first treads into doctorhood,
Emerged a tender naive young doctor crop
To face it all out in a New York City backdrop.
Diversity is our staunch middle name
From countries myriad with a lot of game,
To homes and hearths in Five-one-five
Or hole up in a pricey Ten-Amsterdam life.
The routine begins at the crack of dawn
Brush, shower, don scrubs without a frown,
No wait and rot for the elevators, Blimey!
Run, coz you don’t wanna miss the Jitney.
A day on the Floors is an experience sound
With prerounds, rounds and post-rounds rounds,
And then there are the IDRs
With safe Dispos as endless dialogues.
A sigh of relief when it's finally Clinic block
At Ryan, Chelsea or Thelma round the clock,
The best of it all are ‘Hopkins Modules offs’
You’re on Sick Call folks, there ain’t no taking off!
The ‘units’, the ICUs
Where Life and Death weave their tangos,
Once in, you never come out the same
‘Tis Intensive, it does live upto its name.
And then there is Sloan-Kettering
Where some find their true reckoning,
And who does not love many a consults
Brief specialists you become as a result.
How can we forget our many EMRs?
PRISM, eCW, now EPIC raising the bar,
Navigate we will with some help from Seamless
For Chiefs make sure your hunger ain’t helpless.
Together we serve, a large happy family
Younglings in decades of strong legacy,
With residents and Attendings to your help and rescue
What can I say, but To be Continued..!
Writers note: Penned midway through first year Residency. Two & a half years to go!
Writer's insights might be naive at this point and are subject to change! 😁
