Registrars are meant to be clever people. Duh, they’ve graduated medicine and practised a few years and are brave enough to specialise. I’ve seen a lot of registrars do a lot of stupid things, but I won’t dwell on that because that’s not what today is about.
I recently heard a registrar complain, “If you think fourth years are bad, wait til you get the third years next week. I feel like a total babysitter! They don’t know how to do anything and I keep having to check up on them!”
I laughed along and told them to team each third year up with a fifth year to solve their problem. But that’s not what I really wanted to say.
I wanted to tell them how fortunate they are. What a big gift they’ve been given. They get to INFLUENCE the way those third years will view medicine forever. They get to influence the way they will do things for the rest of their professional lives. They get to give those third years confidence in what they are doing… or to deny them that confidence.
Registrars… you get to either make them hate ward rounds, or you can turn it into an experience where they will learn more in a few weeks than they have in their entire medical education thus far.
Do you realise what a huge opportunity that is? And a responsibility, yeah. But you’re doctors. C’mon, responsibility shouldn’t be new to you.
I think medical professionals (and students) sometimes forget the benefits of community. You know that saying about how it takes a community to raise a child? It takes a community to raise a doctor too.
I’m so thankful that patient people taught me the simple things like histories and physicals, and helped me not to give up when I struggled to get IV-access on patients. I’ve had my fair share of impatient mentors, and they have had the potential to leave lasting horrid impressions.
Third years aren’t babies. In the medical world they are, perhaps, but they are also adults. So give them responsibilities. Teach them where you can.
Cherish your role in raising tomorrow’s doctors.