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My Internship With The Neurology Department

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The 8th floor of the hospital was unlike any other department I had ever worked at. It was not always busy and loud like the ER, or cheerful like pediatric. The 8th floor always felt gloomy with its dimly lit hallways and beige colored walls. I met Mr. Peter on the first day of my internship with the neurology department. As an intern, I was in charge of feeding patients breakfast and lunch among other responsibilities. Unlike other patients who were not able to chew or swallow their meal properly, Mr. Peter always finished his food with a good appetite. He used to request two orders of pancakes, one to eat during breakfast and the other for midafternoon. Despite being blind, Mr. Peter constantly shared colorful stories of his travels from around the world. My interest in medicine initially began with a love for science. I was pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Biology with a Chemistry minor, and I knew that I wanted to be a physician; one who not only understood the science behind medicine, but who also knew how to connect with patients on a deeper level. As the internship at New York Methodist progressed, I met patients who were once healthy, but were suddenly restricted to their bed, such as the 35 year old English professor who could no longer control her bladder or bowel movements, or the 48 year old nurse who lost her ability to chew or swallow food. Mr. Peter was unlike these patients because he was stronger in the sense that he didn’t need his food to be ground

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