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My residency program was fantastic. There were about 40 residents in my intern year and more than 100 residents in all. You were never alone. The atmosphere was congenial. You sat at the nurses’ station for hours charting away, but you interacted with co-residents, fellows, attendings, and residents from other specialties. Residency was tough, but it was easy to make friends with people sharing the experience.
I was unprepared for how different fellowship would be. I expected to be milling about in the wards, getting to know fellows in other specialties. Instead, I spent all of my time in the rheumatology office seeing patients or fulfilling research or teaching or conference obligations. I had a great relationship with my co-fellows, but there were only four of us and we each had different schedules. It felt surprisingly isolating.
The isolation led to another, more insidious change: I started forgetting internal medicine. Right out of residency, you think you know most everything there is to know. After all, you did just run an ICU by yourself and you just passed the internal medicine boards. You are eager to put that behind you, and you channel all your efforts into learning rheumatology.
But with each passing day that you are not called on to identify a murmur, feel a spleen tip, or treat a patient with diabetes, your ability to do those things diminishes. My world has shrunk significantly in ways I do not care to admit. I have never been as familiar with the nail-seeking properties of my rheumatology hammer as I am now. That’s fine until you consider that metabolic problems, infections, and malignancies can all masquerade as rheumatologic conditions.
When I realized that my IM skills were vanishing, I resolved to reverse the isolation. It helps that I belong to a fantastic community of physicians who welcomed me into their tribe. I started attending the weekly IM grand rounds and morbidity and mortality conferences. I am giddy with the excitement of being immersed in internal medicine once again and grateful to receive the collected wisdom of the brilliant people that surround me.
Dr. Chan practices rheumatology in Pawtucket, R.I.
My residency program was fantastic. There were about 40 residents in my intern year and more than 100 residents in all. You were never alone. The atmosphere was congenial. You sat at the nurses’ station for hours charting away, but you interacted with co-residents, fellows, attendings, and residents from other specialties. Residency was tough, but it was easy to make friends with people sharing the experience.
I was unprepared for how different fellowship would be. I expected to be milling about in the wards, getting to know fellows in other specialties. Instead, I spent all of my time in the rheumatology office seeing patients or fulfilling research or teaching or conference obligations. I had a great relationship with my co-fellows, but there were only four of us and we each had different schedules. It felt surprisingly isolating.
The isolation led to another, more insidious change: I started forgetting internal medicine. Right out of residency, you think you know most everything there is to know. After all, you did just run an ICU by yourself and you just passed the internal medicine boards. You are eager to put that behind you, and you channel all your efforts into learning rheumatology.
But with each passing day that you are not called on to identify a murmur, feel a spleen tip, or treat a patient with diabetes, your ability to do those things diminishes. My world has shrunk significantly in ways I do not care to admit. I have never been as familiar with the nail-seeking properties of my rheumatology hammer as I am now. That’s fine until you consider that metabolic problems, infections, and malignancies can all masquerade as rheumatologic conditions.
When I realized that my IM skills were vanishing, I resolved to reverse the isolation. It helps that I belong to a fantastic community of physicians who welcomed me into their tribe. I started attending the weekly IM grand rounds and morbidity and mortality conferences. I am giddy with the excitement of being immersed in internal medicine once again and grateful to receive the collected wisdom of the brilliant people that surround me.
Dr. Chan practices rheumatology in Pawtucket, R.I.
My residency program was fantastic. There were about 40 residents in my intern year and more than 100 residents in all. You were never alone. The atmosphere was congenial. You sat at the nurses’ station for hours charting away, but you interacted with co-residents, fellows, attendings, and residents from other specialties. Residency was tough, but it was easy to make friends with people sharing the experience.
I was unprepared for how different fellowship would be. I expected to be milling about in the wards, getting to know fellows in other specialties. Instead, I spent all of my time in the rheumatology office seeing patients or fulfilling research or teaching or conference obligations. I had a great relationship with my co-fellows, but there were only four of us and we each had different schedules. It felt surprisingly isolating.
The isolation led to another, more insidious change: I started forgetting internal medicine. Right out of residency, you think you know most everything there is to know. After all, you did just run an ICU by yourself and you just passed the internal medicine boards. You are eager to put that behind you, and you channel all your efforts into learning rheumatology.
But with each passing day that you are not called on to identify a murmur, feel a spleen tip, or treat a patient with diabetes, your ability to do those things diminishes. My world has shrunk significantly in ways I do not care to admit. I have never been as familiar with the nail-seeking properties of my rheumatology hammer as I am now. That’s fine until you consider that metabolic problems, infections, and malignancies can all masquerade as rheumatologic conditions.
When I realized that my IM skills were vanishing, I resolved to reverse the isolation. It helps that I belong to a fantastic community of physicians who welcomed me into their tribe. I started attending the weekly IM grand rounds and morbidity and mortality conferences. I am giddy with the excitement of being immersed in internal medicine once again and grateful to receive the collected wisdom of the brilliant people that surround me.
Dr. Chan practices rheumatology in Pawtucket, R.I.
