“Have you examined the eye?”

“There is no eye.”

“What do you mean there is no eye.”

Welcome to the eye hunt.
A missing eye. What is the probability that someone will walk into a consultation room and say that their eye is missing. My friends, the probability is almost nil. But then what is the probability that the consultant will ask me, the beloved medical student, about a missing eye? One hundred percent!

During my clinical exam on orthopaedics rotation, my examiner decided that they were going to grill me on a missing eye. Thing is, even the patient didn’t know whether or not the eye was missing. An unfortunate incident befall him, he stopped seeing with that eye and life just moved on. Unbothered, he resigned to fate that he was mono eyed and life continued. Almost a decade later, a mere med student who was in lower primary at the time of the incidence, was questioning him about the eye. The audacity, he must have thought.

So I glove up  ready to look for an eye that has been missing for over decade. It sounds weird, right? I didn’t know what to expected.  I even didn’t know what to do or how to look for a missing eye. Hutchison’s doesn’t mention such, does he?
I take my time hoping somehow the examiner will get distracted, get a phone call, get itchy, just something. Well that doesn’t happen and I continue with my theatrics. I’ll call them theatrics because that’s what they were.

“So Faith, what do you see?”

“I don’t know what I should be seeing,” I fumble beneath my breath praying that I was loud enough but not too loud to embarrass myself.

“Say what?!”

There it was. The statement implying that I had to repeat my admission to lack of knowledge. I could almost hear a chuckle escaping their masked mouth. Are they laughing at me? That means they heard me, right?

Those were the longest ten or so minutes of my life. The eye hunt. After getting a proper grill, a dip in barbecue sauce and roasting on high heat, I was a dead peice of meat or should I say a piece of juicy meat already devoured by the examiner.

Nevertheless, we proceeded to have a meaningful discussion on the patients fracture and to say the least I impressed them.
The eye grilling, was it really necessary?

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Soooo…was it really necessary?
I am getting the feeling blog Tuesday will be about my hospital experiences….are you loving them though?
I am loving them
See you next Tuesday with another one
Adios
^Faith李