Week 26, 2012: What's inside my bag

MY FRIENDS were in disbelief when they realized I had stopped borrowing things from them. I don't like carrying bags; I want both my hands free. I would go to class empty-handed if that were possible. And then clerkship came where I had to somehow invest in doctor-things lest I become a mere space-occupying lesion in PGH. Inspired by What's In Your Bag Flickr group, I'm sharing the contents of my bag. Whether they speak a lot about me is a matter of philosophical interest—the truth is, I just bring these things around because I need them.

1. A cheap belt bag where I can stuff all my things in. It doubles as a hand bag with a sling I can carry on my shoulder during rounds.

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2. A retractable tape measure (for accurately recording tumor sizes or fundal heights) and my trusted stethoscope.

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3. A pulse oximeter which measures oxygen saturation levels and pulse rates accurately. Although a bit pricey (around Php 2000), I had to buy this so I don't have to take the pulse for 15 long seconds, the value of which I multiply by 4 to estimate the pulse rate. I'm bad at arithmetic so I couldn't mentally compute for the answer.

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4. My new pen of choice, Pilot Super Grip Fine retractable pen, and a pocket notebook with grids.

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5. Micropore tape and my wallet.

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6. A BP apparatus and an electronic thermometer.

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7. An affordable name stamp (locally called Trodat, after its more expensive counterpart) attached to my keys and a small bottle of 70% ethanol.

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What I didn't include: surgical scissors, tourniquet, spare syringes, vials, snacks, scratch paper, tissue paper, coins, nail cutter, among others.

Comments

  1. AnonymousSun Jul 01, 09:27:00 PM GMT+8

    All set, doc! :D

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  2. AnonymousSat Jul 07, 11:42:00 PM GMT+8

    Notebook with grids! :D

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    1. Lance CatedralSun Jul 08, 12:03:00 PM GMT+8

      That's right—or a notebook without any lines, but that's rare these days. Or too expensive.

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  3. LeiSat Jul 14, 05:07:00 PM GMT+8

    this is so funny lance!!! wala pang handy pulse ox worth 2k nung med student ako. mas accurate pa pag ako nag-estimate kesa sa pulse ox ng ward hahah!

    i used to have bones in my bag. human bones. that was first year.

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