Match Day – A Behind The Scenes View

Today was Match Day,

a day when I found out I would be training as a pediatric dental resident at Harvard-Boston Children’s Hospital.

Here’s a behind-the-scenes view, and the words that simply could not be enough to humbly, and overwhelmingly say ‘Thank You.’

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© 2019 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

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Welcome!

Congratulations

to the Class of 2022 on starting their first week at Harvard Medical School and Harvard School of Dental Medicine. And little known fact, this congratulations applies to each and every one of you, too, wherever you are; whatever it is you are doing today. You made it there; you made it through something to get there. And I am so excited for you, and to see your continued growth.

At every step of the journey, remember:

  • You are here because you can do this (and you can do great things)!
  • We – everyone in the Harvard community, even beyond Boston – are here for you.
  • Now is the time to get involved. Connect as dentists with doctors, pharmacists, and social workers; connect as doctors with dentists … You have an opportunity to change the future of health care by choosing to be active and involved.
  • Maintain balance. Find what brings you joy and hold onto it. That is a special part of who you are that will resonate with your patients at a level a prescription pad and dental drill never will.

And reach out to me, family, someone near at any time. You are never alone on this journey. 

© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

 

 

This Just In: 10 More Reasons To Smile

Have you seen the latest and greatest from Harvard Medical School and Harvard School of Dental Medicine? That’s right! I’m talking about a music video parody of Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t Stop The Feeling” that is bar none, the best parody of the year!

There are so many reasons to love this gem of a video, and this Huffington Post article shares just 10 of the reasons you are sure to smile with this video.

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The Harvard goal: 1,000,000 youtube views! Help your future doctors get there and share this video with your friends and family!

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

#CallitOut: A Diagnosis That Heals

Between you and me, diagnosis, being able to call out that burden of an ailment and put a word to its pain, is, in and of itself, an important part of healing and symptom relief! In fact, it’s the only kind of name-calling I’d actually encourage! So together, let’s #CallitOut:

Give it a name. Your worries. Your struggles. Your pain. Your disorder. Give it a name. Assign it a plaque. And then #CallitOut! Holler its syllables before every trusted friend and family member, doctor, therapist and guide. #CallitOut in the mirror and under the steam of a shower. We cannot go on ignoring our suffering, but neither can we hold onto that suffering alone. So give it a name. And make that name heard.

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Have you ever been told it was ‘all in your head.’ I know I have!

CLICK HERE to read my latest Huffington Post article about an elderly Chinese man, his (in)visible syndrome, and what we can do to put words to the pain!

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

An Open Letter To You, My Patients

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I can’t remember.  The silence

that came before your whispers in the hospital halls.  How

many arteries per hour

my blood surged, sitting

beside a patient without knowing.

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to read more of An Open Letter to You, My Patients

Thank you to the Doctors Who Create team for creating such a wonderful platform for clinical humanities, and thank you for the gift of an opportunity to learn.  Be sure to explore the rest of the wonderful pieces on Doctors Who Create before clicking away!

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Talk. I am listening.

While the city sleeps
tucked beneath a dark embrace
my mind hears yours.
Talk. I am listening.
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Click here to read more of this poem, Cadaver 4, from Doctors Who Create, and be sure to stick around the site to explore what other creative ponderings are going through the minds of your physicians and physicians-in-training.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Issue 5 is Live!

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Corvus Review Issue 5 is now live!  And on page 75, you can find my medical school-inspired short story!!!

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to read more of my first short story ever written, ever published, and check out all the other amazing work found in the pages of this summer issue of Corvus Review.  Thank you to the amazing editorial staff at Corvus Review for including this piece; I am truly honored, and THANK YOU to my amazing readers for supporting my work with the gift of your time.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Flakes of Inspiration

The yellow flakes of fungi-laden toenails struck me the most.  On feet so edematous a sock could barely fit, those yellow flakes told a story.

Mr. C was an 82-year old physicist.  His bookshelf stood cluttered under piles of textbooks he no longer read.  His stories filled with details of a life immersed in academics he no longer knew.  Having retired over thirty years ago, Mr. C occasionally picked up the latest Physics publication.  More often, though, he picked up a book of poetry and sat with his cat to read.  More often, he picked up a paintbrush and canvas and stroked his interpretation of the view from his new apartment window.

“I sat on a board for animal research,” Mr. C explained, drifting into another story of his past.  “And the vote was always fourteen to one.  Should we lock monkeys in a basement?  Fourteen to one!  Should we inject those monkeys with a chemical?  Fourteen to one!”

Mr. C was always the ‘one,’ always persistent in his beliefs.  He remembered every detail of those cases, every aspect of his debate.

“Can you take your shoes and socks off for us, Mr. C?” I asked, transitioning from conversation to the extremities portion of the exam.

Mr. C was still his proud, determined self.  Even sitting in a wheelchair, he insisted on shooing away his nurse’s reaching hand, slowly undressing his swollen feet on his own terms.

“How long have you had this swelling?” I inquired, helping move his sock into his shoe.  I pushed against Mr. C’s skin, watching the pink tone fill the white indent as quickly as I let go.  “And the yellow on your toenails?”

Mr. C didn’t know the answer to either question.  With coffee dripping down his white undershirt and uncombed beard, with his sudden transition to a story about his upbringing, I could tell Mr. C hadn’t seen his feet in quite some time.

As I returned the sock to Mr. C’s right foot, I noticed a flake of yellow toenail crumble to the carpet and vanish between the shag projections.  Encircled in clutter, I knew that flake would stay on the floor for quite some time.

“Thank you for your time and for all of the wonderful stories,” I ended a few minutes later, gathering my stethoscope and blood pressure cuff into a bag.  “I’ll be on the lookout for your next painting!”

And with that, I left.  A man so intelligent, his dementia was barely noticeable.  A man so determined, his medical conditions dwarfed under his dialect.  If not for a brief cognitive assessment and a review of his flaky, yellow toenails, I never would have seen that this wonderful man’s autonomy was in gradual decline.

If you follow my blog, you may have noticed something peculiar: *crickets*

Instead of a post every day, there has been a post every few days.  Instead of poetry publications on steroids, there has been a quiet lull in poetic outpourings.

Why?

Because of Mr. C.  Thanks to Mr. C.

On days when I am so exhausted I can’t pull the cover from over my face, on these days filled with so much studying I barely find time to write, Mr. C is my muse.  Mr. C keeps me moving forward.

What moments keep you moving forward?  What experiences fill you with energy and inspiration?  Capture them.  Cherish Them.  Share them.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.