It’s funny how as soon as I tell someone I am in medical school, their first reaction is to ask me about their medical issues. I went home this past weekend, and in less than twenty-four hours I looked at three family members mysterious bumps, tried to perform osteopathic manipulation on my brother’s neck, and attempted to field questions about my aunt’s recent heart burn troubles. The last time I went home my grandmother insisted on showing me a skin lesion on her cheek. Just this morning, I tried to help a friend figure out what was causing her sister’s rash.
I’m not a doctor. Yes, I probably know more than an average person does about health-related issues, but the best thing I will be able to do for you is tell you to go and see a REAL doctor. That is really the only answer I can give.
It always make me feel a little bit like a fake. As soon as I say, “I dunno…have a doctor look at it,” I feel like they are instantly suspicious of me. Aren’t you in medical school? What are they teaching you?
It just feels like I have so little to show for nine months of medical education. I study all day everyday, but I have no idea what could cause heart burn… Umm…myasthenia gravis? Atherosclerosis? Lupus? Is it Lupus?!
About a month after school started I had a super long Facebook message from a college friend of mine with a long, detailed list of his ailments and what he thought might be causing them. He wanted to know my opinion. I said, “I think you might have diabetes…possibly AIDS.”
I guess I should just be honored that people can already see me as someone they would trust with their personal medical information. But really, people…go see a doctor.