Last week, I whined about an annoying co-sub-I I had during my medicine sub-internship. Anyway, as it turned out, I honored that rotation. I'm pretty sure it was a general rule that everyone had to honor their sub-I, to boost our chances of landing a good match and help our school's reputation. But I did get very nice comments from my attending and the senior resident, so I was happy about that.
One thing I wasn't too pleased about was the comments from the intern on the team, Betty. Her one-line comment was: "Did adequate job. She was quiet and I couldn't assess her knowledge base."
That one sort of pissed me off. I'd worked closely with Betty all month, been on call with her, helped her with scutwork, etc. Plus she'd gone to my med school, so I knew her from before that rotation too. Hell, I'd been to her home before. On the last day of the rotation, Betty burst into tears because she was overwhelmed and I spent over an hour talking to her and trying to comfort her. That evaluation sounded like it was for someone she'd just passed by in the hallway a few times.
The one thing I could think of was that Betty was kind of angry that me and the other sub-I left the rotation a bit early. It was a July sub-I, but July 31 fell on a Sunday, so the clerkship director officially gave the sub-interns permission to have that weekend off since many of us would be starting outside rotations on Monday. Considering I had an away elective starting Monday and had to permanently move out of my apartment, it was nice having a FULL WEEKEND to move everything I owned to a different state. But I knew Betty was not happy about this. She pissed and moaned about the fact that we weren't going to be there, and insisted we write skeleton notes for our patients for the weekend, which we did.
Also, she was pretty miserable. Possibly one of the top 5 most unhappy interns I've seen, including myself.
Or maybe she honestly felt that after spending 3-4 hours rounding with me every single day for a month, watching me get pimped countless times, and having countless conversations with me, she still knew nothing about me.