Welcome to Spring in the Northeast [aka A Runner’s Hell]

This is what spring looks like in the Northeastern United States. As a runner, it is bloody miserable. Running in the soppy, slippery, slush. Forget about trail running, especially in the parts tucked away from the sun; if they don’t see the light of day, the slush there may stick around until May. And as…

Match Day

Match Day; the day in mid-March when fourth year medical students find out their fate. The match is binding; there are no take-backs, no opt-outs, no second chances to change your mind. The match is an algorithm which determines who goes where; residency programs rank the applicants they interviewed, and applicants rank the programs they…

Reflections on the Third Year of Medical School

When I was in high school, about a decade or so ago, everybody talked about junior year. The dreaded junior year of high school; it was supposed to be the hardest year, or so they said. Indeed, if it was your desire to go to a great university and lead a great life and do great things,…

Exams in Medical School

Exams, exams, exams. If I could summarize medical school in one word it would be this one: exams. We have written exams, which assess our clinical knowledge, and physical exam exams, that is exams which assess our clinical skills. One after another, it’s just more and more exams. I have the good fortune of being…

The Dirty Truth Behind Clean Eating

This rather persistent and tired trend in healthy eating known as “clean eating;” there’s nothing new or novel about it. It’s just healthy eating, plain and simple, with an emphasis on whole, unprocessed foods. While the vast majority of my diet could perhaps be described as “clean eating,” —that is if you subtract the chips,…

a mile a day keeps the orthopedist away

In an effort not to get injured, I have made the executive decision to refine my goal: running 7 miles a week, while being active on only six of seven days. Yes, I know, the prescription is mile q.d. to be taken without exception, but the fact remains that I have endured one too many injuries…

White Coat Privilege 

It is the perennial question asked of medical students, “what do you want to go into?” Hitherto, it has been acceptable to shrug off such inquiries with a guileless ignorance of one’s own inclinations. For third year medical students, evasive, noncommittal answers are becoming increasingly less acceptable as we approach the end of third year;…

Morning Routine (3rd Year of Medical School)

Maintaining a highly structured morning routine is essential to ensuring that my day is off to a good and productive start. My ADHD brain requires a tremendous amount of structure to keep it happy, ergo, if I am unable to follow my morning routine, my productivity for the rest of the day is completely shot. I…

Don’t ask me if I’m Indian

I should preface this by mentioning that what follows are not my reflections on what it is like to be a multiracial woman of color residing in a predominantly white city in the Northeast. Sadly, what follows are my reflections on being a multiracial woman of color residing in the Bay Area, a metropolitan area…

a mile a day keeps the psychiatrist away

The delightful neurochemical cocktail of the ADHD + GAD + dysthymia brain, requires that my life be very structured. In the absence of such structure, I freak the fuck out and convince myself that I simply cannot be anything but unproductive, and the rest of the day is ostensibly shot, hence my obsession with time…

Time management in medical school: Pre-clinical years

There is more to weight lifting than simply lifting weights, and there is more to medical school than simply studying. Muscle building is not entirely different from memory building. While lifting weights, we’re not actually building any muscle. In fact, any potential gains are not made until our bodies have sufficient time to recover. It is not…