Is this all just a dream?
No. It can’t be. It’s too real.
I have performed a procedure and there has been a complication.
A disastrous complication.
I can feel my heart race, and my sweat beading on my brow.
Oh no. 1/
The nurse’s voice is taut with worry, “Blood pressure dropping, respiratory and heart rates climbing.”
I know what’s coming. The phrase from the textbooks pops into my head.
“Impending cardiopulmonary collapse.” 2/
I need to decompress the thorax immediately.
I ask the nurse to grab the critical care fellow ASAP, and call for a STAT X-ray. 3/
She asks me to retrace my steps, tell her what happened.
Agreeing with my diagnosis, she asks for a chest tube kit.
In the mean time she hands me a 16 gauge needle and I square it up with the mid-clavicular line. 4/
A creeping doubt.
Am I dreaming?
With a sinking feeling I lower the drape covering the patient’s face.
There’s no face.
Just a blank space where the face should be.
I gasp in shock. 5/
No procedure. No pneumothorax.
Just a dream.
The instructor’s voice crackles through the intercom disapprovingly, “That’s the third time you’ve terminated that sleep module. What was it this time?” 6/
The instructor sighs, “That’s unfortunate, things were going smoothly.”
I quirk a brow, “What?! I collapsed the lung!” 7/
She pauses, then speaks, “Get some rest.” 8/
The intercom goes silent.
Dream instruction is the latest form of teaching we get in med school.
Dreams uploaded into the brain for an entirely realistic and safe simulation.
Except when the dreamer senses the dream, then it falls apart. 9/
Nightmares from which they can only be awakened by direct cerebral implants and stimuli.
They’re only rumors. Or so they tell me.
I yawn. Enough. I’m too tired for thoughts, or for dreams.
Sleep crashes over me. 10/
Sara is my friend, and fellow med student.
She reassures me, “It’s ok. That dream tech is still a prototype. I went through four cycles on the ‘breaking bad news’ dream and woke up early every time.”
I feel better. 11/
I read about how students in the past took entrance exams, licensing exams, and board exams.
These exams were never once shown to correlate with any meaningful clinical outcome.
Our medical system doesn’t have exams anymore. 12/
At any given moment there are dozens of ways in which my progress is being assessed relative to myself, and no one else.
We don’t compete with each other anymore. 13/
We could, in theory, experience this as a VR lesson.
But there’s something about being there in person. So few of our experiences are “real” anymore.
We cherish reality. 14/
Sara, myself, and about a dozen students from my school have chosen to go in person.
Before setting out together, we all activate our nanomasks. Our ID badges glow green.
Even if we forgot, they’d auto-activate for us. 15/
“COVID-19: ECHOES FROM THE PAST, 2060.”
This should be interesting, after all, it’s where everything began.
An old man makes his way to the main hall. 16/
Of course, we are some of the few here in person. Most seats are taken by remote stations, and disembodied floating faces glance at me as I walk past.
The talk begins. 17/
Each presenter tells me things we already know. A part of me is getting impatient.
Then an elderly man takes the stage. The same man I saw walking across the lobby.
I sit up, interested in what he might say. 18/
Seriously? I mean I understand they didn’t have nanotechnology or real-time viral tracing, but ... seriously?
As he speaks, my anger slowly gives way to something else.
Sadness.
Such needless loss. 19/
Sara excuses herself for a moment, and runs across the lobby.
I see her approach the elderly man who spoke to us. They have a conversation. I can’t hear their words.
He seems wistful. She nods. 20/
She won’t tell me. She says it isn’t important.
But I can see something in her eyes.
The realization of a deep and terrible truth.
I walk beside her in silence, and imagine each step a chance to atone for past mistakes.