Author - Osman Bhatty, MD

The (Almost) Perfect Getaway

I extend the ID badge dangling on my chest and plant it firmly on the black box in front of me. It’s attached to my white coat by stretchy-cord thing which makes it easy to get in and out of restricted areas without actually having to remove it entirely– the perfect contraption. Beep. I thrust the doors open and dive into the familiar smell of the hospital wing. There are large windows all along the hallways facing east. You can see the pink hue of a fading sun hiding on the other...

Small Things Matter in Medicine

There’s a room in the center of a long hallway that connects two of the busiest units of the hospital– the CCU and ICU step down. Most days you can see nurses, MDs and others making the mecca between these two points, stopping in front of the door to punch in numbers and enter. Inside is a steel fridge full of sandwiches, cooled lettuce, tomatoes and turkey ready to be distributed to hungry patients. Right across is our old, groaning coffee machine that’s been churning carafes...

Finding the Light

The high pitched howl of a beast readying for the night can be heard behind the thick glass windows of this urban hospital with me peering at the moon blanketing over its grey skeleton. I dive my hand into my pocket and stare at the shrieking electric box in-front of me–no wolves here, just my pager. I turn it off and shoot another glance outside; there’s a highway with many passing headlights much like tiny fireflies, my own personal light show. It’s been over half a year...

Connecting with Patients

Gray, wrinkled shirt damp with sweat and a LCD screen pulsing with the green glow of vitals. One of them, his heart rate, blinking fast enough to think he had just come back from a light jog–except he hadn’t. Nope. This man was lounging in his bed looking at me stare at his IV line through which flowed the antibiotics that would help kill the bacteria resting comfortably in his lung. After quickly scribbling [illegibly to my later dismay] the digits displayed on that black screen I...

Types of Doctors I Feel Like

Intern year is full of ups and downs; most news docs going through the grind will tell you the same. Some days I’m flying sky high and others I’m getting back to the drawing board to work on fundamentals like Charles Barkley in Space Jam. No matter what I do I always try to exude an air of professionalism; some concoction of calmness, engagement, and intellectual curiosity. At least that’s what I imagine in my head. Most of the time it’s a swirling tornado of alter egos...

Night Float Month

Hi readers. I haven’t written since way back in July! No surprise there, was expecting to be a lot busier with the start of residency. I finished my first night float month in September and was in the middle of writing this piece. I decided to have some fun with it and talk about a few things I learned during this first month. Here ya’ go! (I started this a while back and finished it today). For the past 3 weeks I’ve been engaged in my night float rotation. During this time...

Remember Who You Are

I never thought intern year would be this hard. Scratch that– I did. I knew I wouldn’t know as much as I liked and that I wouldn’t have as much time as I used to. I knew I’d miss home and the people I left behind. Still, it doesn’t make the pressure of trying to improve or the disappointment of not knowing something I read a few hours ago any easier to bare. There’s this saying that’s going around about the first year: Fake it until you make it Not...

The First Week of Residency, The Weight of Responsibility

If the hospital could be thought of as a giant wooden clock, then I the intern am the pendulum. Swinging between the raw excitement of finally wearing a long coat one minute–and the frightening realization of my quickly growing role the next. In the hallways when I walk in front of the patient’s room I always take a second to pause and organize my thoughts. Sometimes instead of guidelines and lab results my head fills with the seconds passing by. When this happens my attention...

Orientation & Getting Ready for Intern Year

After eight long years of higher education the days are quickly dwindling to the morning I step into the cold, bustling hospital wing as a fresh intern. The past week has been a rush–meeting my new colleagues and getting to know the people I’ll be spending the majority of the next three years with has been filled with laughter and happy moments. I’m really grateful to have such dedicated, intelligent individuals to learn and grow with. Learning the computer system and how to...

How to Match into Internal Medicine

Ah, internal medicine, possibly one of the more cerebral specialties and ironically the most poorly talked about. Bad hours, never-ending paperwork, and complex cases––maybe you’ve heard it, I definitely have. All I know is that I’m hurtling cross-country towards my new life as a PGY1 IM intern at 70 mph in my dad’s black ’99 Toyota Camry and I couldn’t be more excited. If you hope to be in a similar position next year, hopefully the next couple paragraphs will help...