Fat doctor

[kenhung123]

Do you think interviewers would be bias against fat people in interviews?

[poohead]

yep

[Fyrefly]

Unfortunately, the answer is probably yes... it's a common prejudice... fat people are unfairly perceived as lazy and unmotivated.

[kyzoo]

Probably.

I heard someone say this once: "If your doctor is fat then it means they don't care enough about their own health to care about yours" or something along those lines

[naved_s9994]

What about racist?
Could the interviewer be 'racist'..(interviewer must be a doctor - im guessing)

[kenhung123]

I reckon they would be to some extent. I mean, quite a lot of Asians want to do medicine and they probably want to put some more whites in the course. Just my guess though.

[naved_s9994]

I reckon they would be to some extent. I mean, quite a lot of Asians want to do medicine and they probably want to put some more whites in the course. Just my guess though.

True...
I just hope theyre not!

[kendraaaaa]

Fat asians adjust your VTAC preferences.

[kenhung123]

LOL

[stonecold]

Fat asians adjust your VTAC preferences.

hahaha, you crack me up kendraaaa!

[slothpomba]

Don't you think its a far leap just to assume all the white interviewers are racists who are conspiring to get white people into medicine?

*Maybe* just a little far fetched, no?

[Yeah about the whole caring about their health thing... would you want a dentist with bad teeth or a blind optometrist or something .. lol]

[vexx]

I watched a docco on their doctor's throughout their med school from harvard, and one of the guys from harvard med school got in and was obese.. i don't think it really matters too much.

and i really doubt there is much racism, just because more asians work harder then non-asians and hence get into medicine, doesn't mean they want to start getting more non-asians. all they care about who would make a good doctor, who is motivated, knowledgeable, intelligent, etc. and not your physical appearance/background.

[stonecold]

Speaking of doctors, was doing a MedEntry Drill today, and this was one of the passages.

The following is an interaction between a junior doctor and his close friend, Potts, in a hospital.

Potts stood before me in the darkness of two A.M. in the intern room, and mirrored in his grey face was, as always, the Yellow Man (one of Potts' patients).

'What are you doing here at this hour?' I asked, but he didn't reply, he just stood there staring. Again I asked what was going on.

'The Yellow Man just died.'

I felt a chill. Potts looked white and chill, and his eyes looked dull and dead, and I said, 'I'm sorry. I mean, I'm really sorry.'

'Yeah,' said Potts, fidgeting as if he wasn't really in the same world with me any longer, 'yeah, well, he was going to die, it was just a matter of time.'

'Yeah, he was,' I said, and I thought about how much torment Potts had gone through every day that the Yellow Man had been alive. 'Are you all right?'

'Who, me? Oh, yeah, I am. It's just a little hard' said Potts, almost pleading with me that it was alright.

'It's OK. I know how you feel. Sit down and talk about it, eh?'

'No, I think I"ll just go upstairs and see him once more and then maybe take a walk.'

'Right, I"ll be down here if you change your mind.'

'Thanks. You know, I should have given him (Yellow Man) steroids.'

'Stop it. Nothing would have helped.'

As I watch him slip away down the corridor and disappear into the up elevator, I though of the fun we'd had. Pott's and I had taken Otis (Potts' dog) out for a run in the March chill, and we'd talk about the South. I'd thought it strange, that day, that Potts hadn't even mentioned his father's recent violent death.

I suddenly realized what was going to happen. Fool! I ran to the elevator and pounded on it, but it wasn"t moving, and I raced up the stairs to floor eight, and I kept cursing myself for not realizing it in time and praying that I had or that I was wrong.

I was not wrong. While I'd been cradled in our reminiscences, Potts had taken the elevator straight to floor eight, had opened a window, and thrown himself out to his death. From the window I saw the splattered mess on the parking lot below, and in between my panting for breath and shivering in the chill draft I heard the first siren squeal, and I leaned my forehead on the still, and I sobbed.

Obviously not real, but makes you realize all of the different situations you may be faced with as a doctor.

[physics]

if they do their job then its alright

[shinny]

if they do their job then its alright

Not really. We're not capable of miracles. There are many patients that modern medicine, or the health care system itself just can't do anything for. I'm just about to start a half-year rotation with a palliative care service, and having been on a round with one in my rural week last year, it's definitely going to be an emotionally taxing experience. It's something you've got to be prepared for if you're interested in entering this course and profession I guess. As for the OP's question, I think the Monash cohort is pretty well represented. I doubt there was any discrimination there.