Long Nails by Natasha Khalid (guest writer)
I love working- but truly detest taking exams. However, as life only gives you more of what you fear, I found myself responsible for my program’s weekly Clinical Grand Rounds—an exercise in which I was expected to present a case and be judged by my program for my clinical acumen and physical exam skills. Passing would be a quiet victory; failing, on the other hand, would be public humiliation. My anxiety kicked in hard as the presentation drew closer. As I rehearsed and revised just before my moment of truth, I was stricken with a revelation— I hadn’t cut my fingernails . Alas, my personal grooming had become another casualty of my daily workload and brewing burnout. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been a concern, but here, my long fingernails would make percussion during the physical exam almost impossible. I would end up scratching, scarring, and bruising the patient’s poor abdomen with my taps, earning a brutal shaming from my attendings in the process. “Damn, I need a nai...