I recently went to a Functional Medicine seminar. As is true for all such seminars, it is cross-disciplinary, meaning that any licensed healthcare practitioner can attend. However, most of my previous experience with Functional Medicine training involved classes in which DCs (Doctors of Chiropractic) dominated the landscape, so this particular class was an anomaly for me.
I emerged from that class having gone through a subtle yet significant transformation.
Continue reading Mouse in a room of tigers (or, a DC in a room of MDs)
I had a blast in clinic. Make no mistake, it was not all rosy and smooth all the time. In fact, like many of my classmates, I got kind of a rocky start. At first, it seemed dismal and I was concerned that I’d never make it on time.
Indeed, a year seems like plenty of time. But let’s face it, you also have a lot to do. In my day, this consisted of: 200 adjustments, 24 exams, 35 physical rehab therapy treatments, 10 new patient recruits (not readily-available information; they wait to disclose this until you’ve already enrolled), 30-35 x-ray reports (during a 2-week rotation), and a gazillion QAs. Indeed, you’re up against the clock and if you want to graduate on time, you better haul some butt.
Continue reading Hindsight is 20/20: How I Survived Clinic (Internship)
Although each person’s experience is different, one thing is for sure: you probably won’t come out the same person you were when you started. In 3 short years, we saw divorces, budding romances, marriages, new babies, emotional ups and downs, physical metamorphoses and makeovers, and complete evolutionary transformations. So, if you’re a student or a prospective student, be prepared for anything.
As you enter and progress through school, realize a few things…
Continue reading Hindsight is 20/20 – How I Survived School (Academics)
[Comes to, stands up, looks around…]
OK. I think I like it here. Time will tell. And I’m at least superficially anonymous (you’ll have to dig a little to find out who I really am), so I think I can talk freely. After all, I’m a safe distance (in terms of both time and geography) away from my alma mater and my degree and licensing eligibility no longer hang in the imbalance.
I’m a DC. That stands for Doctor of Chiropractic, which DOES mean that yes, I’m a real doctor. More often, though our headspace often gets caught somewhere between kneejerk business owner and used car salesman.
Continue reading Unknown waters