Sadly, due to seaplane safety and fog in Vancouver, I never made it to the CaRMS interviews. Only when you can’t escape it, does it become apparent how living on an island can be a challenge. It’s a lot harder for those on tiny islands who may only have one option for getting away. It would be nice to own a boat one of these years, for a little more freedom to escape.
I decided to go to Vancouver anyway. I had a nice long walk to the ferry, managed to meet half the hospital on board – we could have set up a M.A.S.H. unit if someone got a paper-cut , – and enjoyed a calibre of public transit that is completely lacking in most small cities of Canada. As much as I get excited about efficient mass transit (oh, Berlin! Vancouver! Toronto! London! Hong Kong!), I remembered that it isn’t that enjoyable when someone really really smelly stands next to you. That, or when a jerk boyfriend pesters his obviously embarrassed girlfriend with some not-so-cryptic innuendo and she says “we need to talk.” Awkward!
Instead of ‘work’ I had a fun weekend catching up with friends, something that is probably much more important than learning how to interview residents. None of my friends there are in healthcare which is a wonderful thing. They all have interesting jobs and hobbies, which means learning something new every time we chat. Conversations with fellow medical people can’t help but focus on medicine, and I do usually eat it up happily, but it is refreshing to have a change.
I may have another opportunity next year to see the other side of CaRMS.