By RAMY SEDHOM, MD
Rutgers-Robert Wood Johnson Internal Medicine
It was a month into my internship and she was the patient I’ll never forget. Like many of my co-interns, I wondered about entering internal medicine. My patients never improved, bouncing in an out of the hospital. I became uncomfortably familiar with chronic and terminal medication conditions. I had a quick acronym expansion for my death notes. I was chronically tired and grew cynical.
By JALAL BAIG, MD
Robert Wood Johnson Internal Medicine Residency Program, New Brunswick, NJ
We become acutely aware of the hurdles presented by the medical profession early on in the journey from pre-medical student to healer. As I run towards the close of my internal medicine residency, a lot of what was once insuperable has been conquered. Yet, past successes became meaningless the day I registered for the NRMP fellowship match.
I arrived to residency in July 2013 with the pure intention of becoming a skilled internal medicine physician. This remained my consuming desire in the early months. I expanded my differentials, repleted electrolytes and became more efficient with daily progress notes. As this process became second nature midway through intern year and I reveled over knowing the many forms of potassium chloride, the inevitability of second year and its more onerous responsibilities began to become more palpable. And with this inevitability came whispers about fellowship.