I don’t remember my first patient. Not from medical school or residency or even private practice. It struck me when Linda Bethea of Nutsrok asked the question, that I have no idea who those people were at those milestones in my life.
What do I remember, then?
I remember being terrified.
Was I going to make a fool out of myself? Would I misdiagnose something? What if they didn’t like me?
There are many patients that I do remember over the years. They all taught me something. Even if I made a mistake. Even if they didn’t like me. Even if I didn’t like them. Even if I don’t remember their names or their faces now. Who I am today, as a physician and a person, is largely due to an accumulation of experience from all of them.
So maybe I don’t remember my first. Or even my second. But maybe that doesn’t matter so much.
I bet I WILL remember my last…
(Go check out Linda’s new book!)