Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Match 2014 Episode IV: A New Hope

The epilogue

The letters are opened, food has been eaten, dance floors have been trounced. Match day has come and gone.

It was an amazing experience. There was just so much excitement in the air, it was crazy! It was interesting to see how a few hours later... all of us were beat. Maybe it's because we are older now, but more likely it's because of how exciting match day was. I think our adrenal glands were completely done after pumping out gallons of adrenaline to keep up with the match day.

The sheer excitement was amazing and humbling at the same time. I can't believe I spent the last 4 years with these amazing people. Penn Med's match list for 2014 (as it is every year) is amazing. It was also so nice to see so many friends and families come out to support us. I know everyone things graduation is a big deal, but for medical students - it's all about match day. This is what we've worked very hard for over the last 4 years. Actually for many of us, this is something we've worked towards for almost 2 decades. So definitely the bigger deal.

It takes a while for the truth to sink in: I have my first job as a doctor. That's crazy. Personally, it's a bit disappointing that my first job as a doctor pays me less than my first job out of college (almost a decade ago). And I have way more loans. But that's just how medicine works (initially anyway). Besides - life isn't just about money. And medicine is so much more than just dollar signs.

Match day is a happy day. But it's not equally happy for everyone. Most students from Penn match in their top 3. Almost everyone matches in their top 5. Then there are those who do not. Now - matching itself is a great accomplishment. But it's easy to forget that when you have your hopes set high it's easy to get them (seemingly) "dashed". Much of life is about expectation management. Most of us didn't get here by aiming low. We aim high. Very high.

Unfortunately, when you aim that high and miss, the fall is pretty painful. Some people matched "not as well". At their 14th spot out of 14 programs on their list. On the other side of the country from their family and friends. In frigid temperatures. There is no doubt that they will still get amazing training and become amazing doctors. But it fell short of some personal, subjective criteria. And thus, some people are sad on match day. A sadness that is heightened because it stands next to the sheer, unconditional joy that the rest of the medical school feels (i.e. the ones that matched to their top choice). It isn't personal, but it's hard to not take it personally.

Personally? I wasn't very happy at match. I wasn't sad, but I wasn't jumping for joy either. Based on my match results, everyone around me was happy for me... except me.

I will start training at Cooper University for Emergency Medicine in Camden, NJ. Regardless of where you are in the US, you've heard of Camden. And that's the exact reason why it is an amazing place to train for Emergency Medicine. If you try to conjure an image of an emergency medicine doc, you are probably picturing the kind of doctor produced by Cooper (or from any place in the US that has quite a bit of trauma and violence - like Harlem, Baltimore, St. Louis, etc). Camden also has a surprisingly high amount of medically complex patients - again, great training for residents. Camden, in general, has a big focus on medical education and their residents do exceedingly well when they get jobs after residency. I also have a strong interest in higher level management of hospital systems - and Cooper has a specific track devoted to teaching this.

And it's in Jersey (across the river from Philadelphia). So it's obvious why my family (they live in Jersey) and my friends (who are mostly in Philly / Jersey / New York) are happy about this. My fiancee loves Philadelphia so she's happy about it.

So why wasn't I happy? Because of mismatched expectations. And focusing on the things that don't actually matter.

I hate cold weather. Always have. But I ended up living in Canada for a year. I went to Cornell for undergrad. I was in Philly for medical school and went through the polar vortex. I've tried to go to California every step of my life: undergrad (didn't get in), work (did get placed there, but got moved to Jersey soon after), med school (didn't get any interviews) and now residency. So when I said I wasn't as jump-for-joy happy about the rest of my classmates, it was for one reason only: I missed out on the California weather. Yes California is more expensive. Yes California's on the other side of the country from my family and friends. BUT OMG WEATHER!

This single-minded focus meant I shut out all other possibilities from my head. Even though my rank list was pretty split between California and Philly / Jersey, I only thought about California. I dreamed of getting up and walking outside without having to put on 3 layers of clothing. I had blinders on. I wasn't even thinking about "hey, what do I need to do to be a great doctor?" (now, this doesn't mean that California training programs are not awesome, I'm just saying I didn't think about that aspect as much). I wasn't thinking about "hey, what about all the other stuff that matters for the next three years, apart form the awesome weather?"

So, when I opened my letter and saw I wouldn't be in California... I didn't know how to handle that. I have to be in cold weather for another 3 years!? I have every intention of starting a family and putting down roots over the next few years... which meant this was it. I probably would never get to move to California again. And that made me very sad.

Did it matter that when I start a family I'd probably want to be close to my parents in Jersey? Nope!

I never claimed I was the smartest person in the room. And over the last few days, the objective parts of my brain have kicked in and said "Dude. Seriously?" To the point where I feel ashamed that I wasn't happier than I was on match day.

But that's the thing about being human: we aren't objective 100% of the time. We don't approach everything rationally. It's very easy to take for granted the things we have in life.

It takes a long time to realize that we were given what we need, not what we want.

How does that Rolling Stones song go? "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need!"

The unofficial mantra of the match process is "trust the match."

I'm a believer.

Congratulations again to everyone at Penn Med and everyone throughout the US / world that matched. I truly hope that you matched where you needed to. And I cross my fingers that it lined up with what you wanted.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Match 2014 Episode 3: It's about time

This will be a short blog post.

Between finding out that I did match on Monday to 11:30 am today (Friday), it's been mostly excitement. less anxiety. I think my fiancee is more anxious than I am. My family still doesn't understand the idea that I only match to one place (unlikely how medical school / undergrad admissions work).

So I went to bed at 2 am so I'd sleep in till 10:30. Unfortunately my fiancee woke me up with a call at 8am because she was super excited for me. No other way I'd rather wake up in the morning - it was cute to see how excited she was.

These are the times you realize how much love and support surrounds you - when everyone around you is way more excited than you are.

And man, this has been a long time coming. 4 years of hard work. A couple of decades of hard work before that. Making sure to dot my i's and cross my t's throughout my education career. Following the long road to my dream. And today - I get to hear about my first job as a doctor.

Let's do this. I have no idea where I want to be or what school I want to go to. Partly because I am shielding myself from disappointment.. but also because I would truly be happy to go to all the schools I listed on my rank list.

So, here goes everything!

Edit: The graduating class decided to give a gift certificate to Barb and Helene - two awesome rock starts at Suite 100 (our administration office) to thank them for all their help over the last 4 years. You guys definitely deserve it! And the standing ovation!

Edit 2: They've started calling names now. It's like a lightning round. Name after name - people run down, grab their envelopes and hurriedly open it. We are all screaming "whoo"s and "yeaaa"s. I don't think my voice will survive this day. Also, I don't think I can keep track of all of my friends who've gone up while still listening for my name. Man... the atmosphere is electric!!

Edit 3: I forgot to mention this. Each person who matched today brought in $1 to put into a pot. This would go to the person who's name got called last (people's names are pulled out randomly). A nice gesture!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Match 2014 Episode 2: The middle chapter

11:58 am, Monday morning. I'm walking across the South Street Bridge onto campus. Officially, I'm walking to the administration office to pick up some paperwork for the VA (I'm planning to do a rotation there in April). Unofficially, I'm walking over as a backup: today is the day we find out if we matched or not. If we didn't match, we have to go through the "scramble" process (now called SOAP - see my previous post for more details) to find residencies with an open slot. To do that, it's recommended we be on campus between noon and 2 pm to meet with our advisors to help with the scramble process.

As I mentioned last time, this is the anxious phase for me: if I match, then the excitement will build. My plan last night was to play video games and watch TV till about 2 am so my body would sleep till 10:30 am. So I wouldn't have to nervously pace for too long before the NRMP emails went out. So I wouldn't have to look like this:

Back to the bridge: my phone decides to play "I got a feelin'" by the Black Eyed Peas, from their album The END (Energy never dies)

It's an oddly calm day on the bridge. It's also snowing pretty heavily given that it's mid/late March. It was like a scene out of a movie. And, out of nowhere, a large gust of wind hits me and swirls around. At this point I thought to myself "hmm, maybe this is a sign."

So I pull out  my phone and there it was: a new email. In the little preview line you get with the notification I see this:

From: NRMP
Subject: Did I match?
Body: Congratulations! You have mat...

It's 12:01 pm and all I want to do is a happy dance on the bridge. Unfortunately it's icy and I'll probably break my neck if I tried. So I settle for a "YES" with a windmill of my arms and ended up in the following Rocky pose:

Complete with snow and hat and everything!

I am very happy and very excited to have made it this far. I cannot wait to see what happens on Friday. The last few days have been a roller-coaster ride, and I'm sure the next few days won't be any different. But I do like roller-coasters - and now all I have to do is enjoy the fun. 

Friday can't come soon enough. I could end up here or, literally, on the other side of the continent.

4 days to go.

I predict there will be two more posts: the moments before the match - blogged "live" from Dunlop. And then a blog of the aftermath / the epilogue.

PS who is the first person I see in suite 100 as I get in? Helene of course. It was epic.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Match 2014 Episode I (the prequel)


Depending on where you're seeing this, you will likely see a mirrored copy of this blog post on either Penn Medicine's Match Day series, or on my personal blog site. A special thank you to Penn Med's dept of communications for helping me organize my thoughts into a three part series.

I have heard nothing back yet about where I stand in the match, and it's pretty nerve wracking. To bring you up to speed, here's the sequence of events in Match 2014 (I took this directly from the National Residency Match Program website).

It's hard to believe that just a few weeks ago I was looking through long spreadsheets with complex calculations trying to figure out how to rank the programs I was interested in. I had multiple categories: location, cost of living, "feel" of the program, future opportunities, future "settle down" potential, etc. I designed an awkward weighting for each of the categories. Then I plugged in hard values based on my interview day (and research from here for cost of living). All of this culminated in a final rank list. I compared this against a more subjective rank list I'd come up with (which had significant input from my fiancee). Funny enough, they were very similar (which probably means my subjective selection took into account all the objective categories in the excel calculator).

Finally, with my fiancee on the line, I clicked "Certify my rank order list" one final time. All of this happened a few days ahead of the Feb 26th deadline.

What now?  ...We sit on our hands till Match day rolls around. In a way - this is good. There's nothing more (within reason) we can do to affect the outcome of the match process. So, every time I start dreaming (or nightmare-ing) about match day / week, it's easy enough to tell myself: "Well, I can't do anything about it, so I might as well just sit on my hands and watch some TV."

Problem is - how many people in the medical field do you know who are ok with sitting on their hands? In many cases (many more than medicine would like to accept) - doing less is better. But doctors have historically been horrible at doing less. Discussing whether or not doing less is more is a topic for another day - but suffice it to say that doctors, as a whole, prefer to do rather than not do. This makes it very hard for us as fledgling doctors to sit on our hands while a magical computer in the sky crunches numbers and decides our fates.

The best we can do is keep ourselves busy. On a personal level - I have a lot riding on this (as does everyone). This is my third career. I put quite a bit on the line by leaving the corporate pharmaceutical world after 5 years and entering medical school. It may be an oversimplification - but all your efforts over your 4(+) years in medical school boils down to this: the Match. It will determine where you'll end up for the next 3 or more years of your life. In some cases, it also determines what path you walk down - what kind of doctor you'll become. No pressure.

I'm lucky in a way: I was doing some clinical rotations for the past few weeks. I'm also directing, acting, dancing, collecting funds for and making ads for the medical school play we do every year. All of this keeps me busy by default. And there's all these TV shows I have to catch up on!

But patience has never been my strong suit. And limbo sucks.

NRMP hasn't been too helpful either. You find out on Monday if you matched, then on Friday you find out where you matched. The reason for this separation is the the back-up process built into the match called SOAP (Supplementary Offer and Acceptance Program). SOAP kicks in if you do not match in the first round of matching. Mind you, this is significantly better than the previous back-up process (affectionately referred to as "The Scramble") because SOAP is more computer-based. So, why is NRMP not being very helpful during our wait? They send us emails telling us about our eligibility for SOAP. When you open their emails, it takes a second or two for you two realize that NRMP is telling you nothing about whether you matched or not - they are just saying "hey, you have everything ready to participate in SOAP... just in case". Which is definitely nice of them to do! But for neurotic medical students, those few seconds of panic is quite painful.

So here I sit, waiting for Monday (2 days away) to find out if I matched. I am secretly happy that I'm eligible for SOAP (most people who go through the match process are) - just in case. I've thought through possible Plan Bs, Cs and Ds. I'm not sure what's worse - waiting till I find out if I matched, or waiting between Monday and Friday to find out where I matched. I'll report back on that.

The oddest thing? I'm not excited. I'm just nervous and anxious to get this over with. I'm hoping this changes after Monday - when I find out if I matched. After everything we've been through to get here, this should be a very exciting time for us. Here's hoping the excitement mounts soon and overshadows all this anxiety and nervousness.

I will end with one of my favorite images on the net:

- Karthik the-not-so-patient.