my white coat

Well, it’s definitely not this white anymore…

I used to hate it.  I hate the reputation, what it symbolizes.  And, after receiving permission from my preceptors, I would often hang my coat on the back of a chair while interviewing a patient.

Now I only sorta dislike it.  What they don’t tell you on day 1 of med school is how much those deep, wide pockets come in handy for holding anything and everything from a stethoscope, tuning forks, reflex hammer, patient notes, study cards, and the ever essential Pocket Medicine.  Forget the weighted vest, going running in my white coat would give me the work out of a lifetime.  I might look like the freakin’ Michelin Man by the end of my shift, but you can’t beat the convenience.