Hearing the Call: A Feature on How Physicians and Medical Educators Came to Understand their Vocation
By Anne Gill
Back in the 70’s, I called a surgeon to tell him his patient was bleeding from a cholecystectomy incision. “When did you go to medical school?” he screamed. “Until I say differently, that is serosanguineous fluid!” Stung by this rebuke, I meekly added ABD’s to stanch the flow of “serosangunious fluid” and awaited the patient’s return to the OR…
I don’t remember a call to nursing. Like most of the women in my family, my mom was a nurse and I followed in her footsteps. Nursing came easily to me. On any given day I might debride a wound, lead a code, or place a newborn in its mamma’s arms. Which is why when I heard a call toward teaching, I was caught unaware. A friend asked me to teach her IV class while she was on leave. That first week was agony. I bored myself droning on and on about electrolytes and fluid balance and vowed never again to subject my students to such tediousness. I turned sodium potassium transport into a Texas two-step, and the IV pump into an alien invader. Inking fake tattoos around the Port-a-cath and sharing humorous stories of famous flubups triggered gales of laughter that rang through the halls. Colleagues would poke their heads in my room and ask, “Just what ARE you teaching?” And I began to understand what Parker Palmer meant when he said, “I am a teacher at heart, and there are moments in the classroom when I can hardly hold the joy.”
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