Claire Dolan (’16)
I’m from Loveland, Ohio, which is a suburb of Cincinnati. I completed my undergraduate degree at The Ohio State University, where I majored in biomedical science, minored in women’s, gender, and sexuality studies, and graduated in 2012 with a B.S. In my spare time (or during time I spend procrastinating), I like to dance, read, explore ethnic food restaurants and watch movies. As an interesting fact, I have been known to talk in my sleep and one time woke up shouting the diatomic elements. I wish I could also say that is my nerdiest moment, but I can’t.
- 11/18/13: Yikes!
- 8/8/13: 23.
- 6/19/13: Reflections
- 4/22/13: NOLA, Baby
- 3/26/13: Pretty Romantic
- 1/23/13: Billboard
It has been only a few months since my last post, but can I just say that I feel about fifty years older than I did in July?
Second year of medical school is in full swing. By full swing, I mean this is literally the first day since the beginning of August that I have laid on my couch and watched TV all day long. This school year has been CRAZY. I remember the good old days of first year where we only had an exam every third week and I could spend the weekend following that exam relaxing. Ladies and gents, those days are gone.
At Boonshoft, our MSII classes are much shorter and faster than first year classes. To put that into perspective, by this time last year we had only covered anatomy and a small portion of biochemistry. So far this year, we have had an entire overview of the year, our neurology course, our psychiatry course, and a hematology and chemotherapy course. In other words, I’ve had a significant exam, final, or quiz about every five days since the beginning on August. YIKES. I don’t know how else to emphasize the stress, mental and physical strain, and utter insanity of the past few months other than to describe the changes in myself that I’ve seen.
For starters, I’m usually a pretty high-stress person. I was told in second grade that I was a worrywart and that pretty much stuck my whole life. Until now. During our foundational course for the year that took place in August, called PB&T (Pathobiology and Therapeutics), we had an exam covering over 500 net pages of new material EVERY. WEEK. People, that is insane. As you could imagine, I had a great (horrific) time worrying over and stressing about the material, how I could study that quickly, when I was going to shower, etc. On week three of that course, I basically hit the limit of my stressing capability. This will come to anyone who knows me as a big surprise, because usually I can muster up a good amount of fretting over just about anything. On that particular pre-test weekend, though, I quite frankly ran out of stress. Since then, I find that I am significantly more pleasant before exams, I’m pretty sure my blood pressure is lower, and I’m even sleeping better. Nice work, medical school.
Speaking of physiologic changes (don’t worry I won’t get super nerdy), I think I LOOK older. Not necessarily in the best of ways (as in I now have wrinkles underneath my eyes), but regardless, the stress of the past year and a half is definitely beginning to manifest. Before our white coat ceremony, we get pictures taken for a “baby book” that administration kindly compiles for us. This book has our picture, our interests, our undergraduate information, and the like. The running joke at our school is that by the time we graduate, we really WILL look like babies in those pictures. I already believe it.
Of course, all these crazy personality and physical changes didn’t happen without a bit of medical school fun. This year, having hardly any time to do anything outside of studying, I’ve begun to enjoy studying quite a bit more. I realize that sounds insane, but let me explain. The material we are learning this year directly applies to hospital work. I can now call my dad (who is an anesthesiologist) and talk to him about some of the drugs he uses on the job. My clinical vocabulary has significantly expanded: I can reason through nearly any medical word I encounter simply because I’ve become so familiar with all the roots. I’m learning more advanced clinical techniques like the female pelvic exam, and we are practicing focusing our patient interviewing skills around specific symptoms. I am finally starting to feel like a real medical student! Sure, it means I live at school (I literally just spent 18 hours a day at school for the past four consecutive days), but the fact that I’m finally starting to really learn medicine is amazing.
Aside from the thrill of feeling like a physician-in-training, I’ve gotten more enjoyment out of learning because of a group of people with whom I now study. Every pre-test weekend we live at White Hall as a sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated, mildly psychotic family and it’s just precious. I’ve spent more time with that group of people this year than I probably have alone (Wow, typing that makes me realize how true that is.). The connections we make, the knowledge we gain, and the late-night shenanigans that we experience together makes all the studying bearable. We are definitely all in this hellish but amazing world together, and we help each other get through it.
The next two weeks are the only two weeks of the entire school year thus far that will not include any graded activities. For me, that means taking time to sleep, cook, relax with my family and friends
and cat, and shop around for some good anti-ageing cream (oh boy). I think I’ll celebrate by kicking it all off with a nap.
Guys. This post isn’t very medical school related, but I needed to document this summer and this feeling. I figured you’d forgive me for writing a post like this. Right? Thanks, you’re the best.
Summer and I have a very tumultuous relationship. By tumultuous I mean that, until very recently, it was my least favorite season. I used to hate the heat, hate how dry everything was, and hate how my summer birthday was always casually ignored because I wasn’t around my school friends. The past few years, namely since my stress level has drastically increased, I’ve started to love how ALIVE summer feels. I love the thunderstorms, how early it gets light outside, how the heat feels like a release. This summer, though, is one for the books.
This summer hasn’t been flashy by any means. I haven’t traveled abroad like I have in the past. I haven’t been saving lives on medical mission trips, or researching cures for cancer. Instead, I’ve spent more time lazing around than I think I have since eighth grade. I’ve been reading constantly, sleeping forever, and spending every second possible with my family. I’ve been sweating to death in hot yoga, in my parent’s garden, and on runs in the trail behind my house. I’ve seen movie after movie and spent hours on the couch at the apartment of my two best friends. And I’ve loved virtually every second.
For the first time in a long time, I feel sure of myself. Sure of my beliefs, my mentality, my everything. I’ve never been more myself than I am at this very instant. I am more excited about living, less stressed about the future. I feel confident, empowered, certain of my decisions and my priorities. And guys, it’s a really good feeling.
After four years in undergrad constantly worrying if I could get into medical school, worrying that I was going to be at the right place at the right time, rushing and stressing and fruitlessly planning everything, this sense of calm assuredness is the hugest blessing I’ve ever felt. I only wish I could have gotten here 23 years sooner. But I’m going to hold onto this feeling as long as I can and hope it can get me through the rough year ahead.
I thank my first year of medical school, God, new and old relationships, yoga, and especially my family for guiding me into adulthood. Today, in this moment, I feel vast, brilliant, powerful, young, wise, beautiful. I hope you join me here too.
Hey, guys. So it’s now almost a month into the last real summer break of my life, and I finally feel like I can write a reflection post that isn’t super depressing.
What, you ask? Claire, writing something depressing? Yeah guys. I literally HATED the last class of first year, so basically I was raging for the last three weeks and finally yoga’d myself out and stopped being so mad.
A lot of people hit a “dark place” during their first year. For most people, I feel like that comes during CaTOS, a very challenging course between Christmas and spring breaks. You never see the sun so you feel like a vampire, you’re staring into microscopes all day, you have to scrape frost off your car every morning making yourself even later for class, etc., etc. Me, always the weirdo, absolutely loved CaTOS (and, apparently, never seeing the sun and being late to class), so I was totally with it that whole course. Our final class of the year, though, called POD, just made me want to throw things. Every day. It was nice outside the weekend before every exam then MISERABLE the days following our test (our free days), I couldn’t study the way I like to for whatever reason, my personal life was basically a roller coaster, and I got really REALLY tired of never having time to cook a real meal. AHHHH.
OK, I just had to literally take a break because I got all raging mad again. Long story short, I’ve gotten over the stress of that last class and feel like I can breathe (and exercise and not eat freezer meals and sleep) again. That being said, I thought I’d share the major thing that helped me survive my first year: the realization that sometimes, a LOT of the time, I have to come first.
This applies to so many different things for me. Firstly, I had to learn to prioritize self-care. For me this meant getting away as frequently as possible to visit my family, to prioritize sleep over school sometimes, to clean my apartment when I was stressed (because I am a neat freak), and more. At the beginning of the year, I thought that all these things were frivolous and would no longer seem important: little things that took up time that I could eliminate to be more efficient in medical school. I was SO WRONG. Doing things for myself, even as small as taking an extra long shower, literally helped me survive. When I went too long without shaving my legs or reading something other than a textbook, I felt drained, depressed, and kind of like a (hairy, boring) robot. Taking time for myself over the past year has undoubtedly helped me feel like a human and helped me from getting too cynical or burned out. It has not, however, kept me from becoming an even bigger nerd than I was before med school. Sigh.
Secondly, and just as importantly, I’ve learned a lot this year about toxic relationships. I hate using that phrase because it makes me feel so Oprah, but I mean, it’s true. I believe relationships should be pretty much 50/50. I’m not naïve enough to think that there won’t be times when relationships are more like 100/0, but on average, if you’re not nearing 50/50 in a relationship, there’s a problem. Plenty of times this past school year I felt drained because of certain friendships, and during those times, as selfish as it sounds, I just had to completely remove myself from the situation for a while. Luckily, that was usually as simple as turning off my phone (for like a week) or avoid using any social media sites*, but I cannot even BEGIN to emphasize how much this realization saved my sanity. Guys, in medical school, you DO NOT have time to tolerate a draining relationship. You have to get a little bit selfish and a little bit critical. It’s an act of survival. That being said, there will of course be a multitude of times where YOU will be the drain on a relationship, and you will be giving 0 and the partner will be giving 100. Just ask my mom or my sister or my best friends
or my cat. It happens. Just try to acknowledge that and give back whenever you can. WOW that got preachy really fast. Sorry bros. Just trust me, this realization saved me a lot of sanity, time, heartbreak, and sanity. Yes, double sanity.
*Saying social media makes me feel really old/really professional, neither of which I am. But also, I’m getting so tired of having a facebook/twitter/instagram. Like, I am addicted to all of them and obviously use them routinely, but it super creeps me out when people I don’t want knowing my bidness are all over them. Ugh 21st century problems.
Since this post is getting lengthy and emotional, I’ll wrap it up here. Just remember, it’s okay to be selfish and to prioritize YOU, and doing so will make your life over here in medical school a heck of a lot better. Also, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiLOVazwnWM.
While most of you are probably already on or about to begin your summer vacation, we here at Boonshoft are still reminiscing over our spring break. About a month ago, over half of my class (about sixty students) went on a spring break road trip to New Orleans, Louisiana.
The timing of our spring break and vacation was impeccable: we had just finished a two and a half month class called Cells, Tissues, and Organ Systems (CaTOS for short). This class was…brutal. Our second exam covered over 1100 pages of material and the final (yes, cumulative, FML) was over almost 2000 pages. Needless to say, we all basically looked like pale, unhappy zombies walking out of that final: some fun in the sun (and on Bourbon Street) was exactly what we needed.
The NOLA trip is one that is organized entirely by our school. It’s a service trip that runs Monday-Friday of our spring break. Our class is split into groups of three and put into three different service projects on a first-come, first-served basis. I was lucky* enough to get into the smallest service group, at a site just outside the French Quarter called Project Lazarus. Project Laz is a halfway-home for people who are HIV+. Basically, if you are living in New Orleans with HIV and find yourself with nowhere safe to live, you can be accepted into this house (I believe there is a sort of referral/application process). While the residents live in the house, they participate in programming like book clubs, therapy groups, addiction counseling if they need it, and earn an income that is put into a savings account. While no residents are ever forced to leave the house, most spend a few months there, then move out on their own. It’s a really cool project, and the residents and workers there are super incredible and kind.
*When I say lucky, I mean incredibly well-planned. There were only twelve slots to be in this group and sixty med students trying to get into it. I refreshed my email every thirty seconds for, like, ten minutes and had “Project Lazarus” saved into my copy-paste. Sorry for being such a nerd but this project was too cool to act calm and collected.
While working at Project Lazarus, our group helped create a composting system for the house, tore down an old shed, cleaned one of their facilities and socialized with the residents. Obvi, socializing with the residents was the best part (but it was definitely nice to be outside in warm weather no matter what we were doing). The residents loved talking to us about our career aspirations, telling us about their past, and discussing their favorite festivals and Bourbon Street memories. They also gave us tons of food, restaurant, band, and drink recommendations and begged us to tell them if anything embarrassing had happened the night prior. They were so great.
The service work was definitely a highlight of the trip, but it was also nice that we had every evening to spend doing whatever we wanted. My group ate so much good food-like, SO MUCH FOOD-and spent a lot of our evenings at jazz clubs on Frenchman Street. (I loved the oysters and the gumbo, but my favorite meals were at a West African/Nigerian restaurant. If you have never eaten West African food, go get some. STAT. You’re welcome in advance.) I also got to go on a haunted tour which was awesome and definitely terrifying.
It was wonderful that our school planned such a cool, fun, but relaxing service trip for us after the most intense medical school class so far. Spending so much time with so many of my classmates was incredible: I loved getting to hang out with people I usually only see in class. And of course, being in one of the most fun cities in America doing work for an amazing project made it all even better.
This year I had the most love-filled Valentine’s Day of my life. Please keep reading: I will not be boring you with tales of dozens of long-stemmed red roses, a romantic dinner, or other inappropriate things. I actually spent February 14 in the Labor and Delivery Ward of Miami Valley Hospital. No, I did not bear any children of my own, but I did get to watch four other people deliver babies.
The OB/GYN Club here at Boonshoft set up a wonderful shadowing opportunity that allowed one medical student at a time to spend about five hours in L&D at Miami Valley. Although I haven’t the slightest idea what I’d like to specialize in when I’m a grown up MD, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to witness the miracle of childbirth. In the days leading up to my shadowing, my two main hopes were that 1. it would be a busy night so I could actually see a delivery and 2. that the medical students and residents wouldn’t think I was a huge loser for voluntarily spending my Valentine’s Day in the hospital. I shouldn’t have worried though*: the minute I arrived (it only took me one secretary, one janitor, and two nurses to find the resident’s lounge), I was ushered into a C-section. Literally seconds after I arrived, the attending pulled a baby out of a uterus. Like, I walked in and BOOM! there was the baby. It was insane.
*Please note that I did not mention whether or not the residents/medical students thought I was a loser for spending VDay shadowing. They probably did even though they didn’t show it because, I mean, come on, even I felt kind of lame.
I wasn’t sure how I would react to seeing a delivery; I didn’t know if I would think it was cool or gross, if I would get emotional or be unimpressed. Even after only being in that OR for five seconds, it was impossible to not be moved by what I had witnessed. When the attending delivered the baby, my jaw dropped. Once the baby started crying, my eyes filled with tears. I just stood there in shock, in awe that I was one of the first people in the world to see this little human. It was absolutely incredible.
The rest of the evening did not disappoint. I was able to see two vaginal live deliveries, another C-section, and watch blood clots get scooped out of a uterus via ultrasound (the last one was mildly gross but super cool). The team I was with was incredible. The intern answered all my questions and let me watch everything I could possibly watch. The attending on service made sure I could see every aspect of one of the vaginal deliveries I witnessed. The MSIII working with the team, incidentally also named Claire, taught me so much and was very patient with my childish excitement. It was honestly the best shadowing experience I have ever had.
One thing I cannot help but mention about Boonshoft is that virtually every physician I have met or shadowed thus far is incredibly excited to teach. Their love for their jobs is made apparent in their enthusiasm for working with students. I have learned so much from so many physicians here already, largely because they earnestly love educating. It’s so rewarding to learn from individuals who view you as anything but a nuisance (because, in actuality, medical students can definitely be just that, especially when they are freaking out in a busy L&D ward about how cool moms are).
I’m so glad I got to spend my Valentine’s Day doing something incredible. Medical school can change your priorities when it comes to what you find meaningful. I wouldn’t change my night spent in L&D for a thousand romantic dinners. Probably.
Hey readers! I’m Claire Dolan, a (lowly) first-year medical student at Boonshoft School of Medicine at WSU. I’m just going to go ahead and preface this post (and all my future posts) by saying that you and I are both going to enjoy my blog better if we agree to think I’m funny.
Now that that’s settled, we can begin.
This month marks my sixth month of medical school. Six months at Boonshoft means I’ve dissected a cadaver, learned how to take vitals, memorized the Citric Acid Cycle (for the billionth time)(How do I still not know that thing?!), and heard families talk about how genetic disorders have changed their lives. Six months at Boonshoft also means I’ve developed a sincere love for the instant coffee machine in White Hall, found a group of friends who are a lot like me, cartwheeled through the atrium on late Saturday study nights, and become an expert at finding free food at meetings.
About a year and six months ago, I was a very stressed undergraduate at The Ohio State University, positively freaking out about where I was going to be in a year. As a classic pre-med (read: Type-A, OCD person), I was terrified not knowing where, or even IF, I would be going to medical school. Eventually, I interviewed at three different schools, one of which was Boonshoft. During my six hours here, I pretty much fell in love. I was honestly shocked-I had never really heard of BSOM and applied just knowing it was one of those Ohio schools you apply to. I never expected to actually like a medical school, I just wanted to get into one! At Boonshoft, I got the feeling that the administration was sincerely proud of my accomplishments and that they really wanted me to succeed. (I got this vibe after my interviewer blatantly told me, “You’re an awesome applicant. Congratulations on all your hard work!” Who says that during a med school interview?! Someone from Boonshoft, that’s who.) Once I was accepted here, I rejected interview offers from two other schools because I knew here is where I’d be happiest.
Now, six months into my medical education, I can honestly, sincerely, in a non-propaganda way say that I’m thrilled with my decision. Moving from Columbus (aka the greatest city in Ohio) to a suburb of Dayton (…) was a bit of an adjustment, but I’ve come to love it here. Not worrying about getting towed or fighting hours of traffic is incredible. The education I am getting at school is amazing. Our professors are incredible and genuinely love interacting with us, our physicians beg us to shadow them, our administrators hand-deliver our course packets well before every new class beings, and we students are seriously (SERIOUSLY) not competitive with each other (Try to name another medical school where a student would email his outline of 1,000 pages of material to the entire class voluntarily. I dare you.). Sorry for being a walking billboard, BUT I LOVE IT HERE.
Sure guys, medical school is hard. In these past six months, I’ve been expected to memorize more than 300 pages of solid, dense text in a week. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to shower, let alone shave my legs (Apologies to my clinical skills partner during that lower extremity exam class.). I’ve gone DAYS without seeing the sun. I’ve had those moments the night before the test where I start laughing and end up crying (TMI? Probably.). And apparently it’s all going to get much, much harder. But I love my school, and it’s a lot easier to deal with sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters when you can call your classmates your friends and when the admissions committee gives you their leftover food.