I've only been at my fellowship gig a week, but It's official, I'm a candy-striper. Sort of, I wear a blue vest, not the old, red-striped dress, but it's the same job. I shadow my surgeon (Rebecca) most of the time, like when she does her rounds but otherwise, I study or try to be helpful by delivering specimens to the lab, messengering things from Rebecca to other doctors or assisting the nursing staff with very minor, mundane things.
My training, so far, has consisted more of what-nots than anything else. "You are not a doctor, you don't comment, don't advise, don't touch anything, don't perform CPR and if a medical emergency occurs, get out of the way - put your back against the wall." I made up the "back against the wall" part but that's the soul of it. I'm just an observant pair of eyes and ears or a Yale lampshade.
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Hmm! Loved it. " He's from some second rate, local college, called Harvard" 😀 interesting, indeed!
Your stories are always so fascinating. Loved the bit about the second-rate college.
Ha! Yeah, Yalies aren't Harvard fans