Day 1 begins in darkness. I park and join a line of people in scrubs walking into the tailgate lot at Petco Park. Waiting to sign in, the mood is light despite the early hour. People are chatting, waving to friends and coworkers — cold but excited.
New volunteers get a brief orientation. Roles at the superstation include vaccinator, scribe, charge nurse, runner, observer, check-in/registration, and support personnel (IT, traffic control, etc). Vaccinators have to be licensed medical professionals, and scribes and check-in need access to the electronic record system, but anyone can sign up as a runner or observer…
I started medical school at 21 years old, fresh-faced and slightly bleary-eyed from a hangover lasting most of my senior year. Using the old tried-and-true studying techniques — going to class, reading a textbook, taking notes — I had sailed through the first 3 years of college with only a few bumps in the sea. Learning just came naturally to me. Or so I thought.
The first year of medical school, I scored below average on almost every exam.
I was uncomfortably close to failing in some subjects; I managed to scrape out an average in Anatomy.
Not for lack…
She was there, briefly. Earlier at the conference, she sat unassumingly in a row of chairs I passed. The sharp maroon blazer stood out even before I knew the wearer’s identity.
Now, she was being called to the podium:
“The first female president of the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons, Dr. Kristy Weber!”
We rose and clapped as thunderously as 80-odd people could.
The 2019 Annual Meeting of the Ruth Jackson Orthopaedic Society (RJOS) was held in the Venetian Sands Expo Center, Room 504. Room 504 was a gold-hued, ornately-decorated ballroom of medium size. …
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