So I definitely end up explaining many times over what medical school is like in Canada and what the process is. Their schooling in general is different here with many students entering university type courses after grade 10. Grade 11 and 12 end up being more specialized towards science or business, etc. Then after grade 12, medical school is 5 years followed by 1 year of internship. It was quite difficult trying to explain, through a language barrier, that I had already done a degree and explain the varying lengths that our "internship" could be. And they also ask what subjects I am doing my first year, lol, and I struggle to explain the systems approach in simple English as their first year is just straight up anatomy and physiology.
One of my fears coming to Bangladesh was that people would think I knew more than I did, and ask me to do clinical procedures I was not comfortable with. Up until now I have faced the opposite and have only observed from the corner of the room. I wonder if this is because 1st year med students in Bangladesh would have so little clinical knowledge. It has been a bit frustrating as today I was told that I was looking at and EKG machine. While it was archaic, I still knew exactly what it was and they seemed surprised and entertained when I counted the HR from the strip.
Today, I also decided to treat myself with some retail therapy in Rangpur, purchasing 2 new salwar kameez(es?) and a new saree, as well as navigating through shops to buy fabric and instruct a tailor as to what I wanted for my saree blouse and petticoat. It was a long, hot walk around town, but I felt like I had accomplished something and it was nice to come back and put on clean, new clothes after wearing old ones for the past 8 days.
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Nice to hear from you again. Things are always different the second time around. You just get to observe and see things at a different light. Take care, miss your nightly news phone calls to Mom. But this blog is the next best thing.
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