That's what I've been called by my seniors at the hospital that I work in for my residency so far. Interestingly enough, I don't find it impulsive. On the contrary, I enjoy my title. Because it's true.
When people tell you the truth and they honestly don't have any bad intentions, conversely they are eager to help, you don't mind what they say as the truth.
Let me give you a couple of examples:
I was told by my senior to attach a urinary catheter to a conscious but a worn out old male patient. It wasn't to help my senior get done with the job, it was actually to help me learn the job. I remember I did a couple of catheter insertions when I was in med school, but (a) it was 3 years ago when I was doing my general surgery internship and (b) the patient was not conscious!
Naturally I got a bit freaked out while the patient was looking at me in the eyes while I was trying to do my job. My senior told me to get sterile, but I was under a transient shock and I forgot the rules of sterility for a second. Thank God, my senior had good intentions, so instead of putting me down, she smiled at me, and hinted at me that it was ok. After a couple of seconds, I got my self confidence back, and did it. The day before, I tried to insert a nasogastric tube to a pretty old woman, but I couldn't because her nostrils were impossible to pass. Probably because of too many calcifications... Anyway... It's medicine. You don't always get what you wish.
I got my first patient today at the service. I memorised her name which is probably the name that I will never forget. Her complaint was her dysregulated blood sugar. Of course, as an inexperienced chick, I did what fit me, and forgot to ask her what medications she used to regulate her blood sugar. (I asked everything else, well most of everything, if not everything). Luckily I came back a little while later a couple of times. She smiled at me, and hinted it was ok, just like my senior. She added that she felt close to me, like I was her daughter. It was a nice feeling to hear that.
I'm getting happier with the fact that I'm a doctor now.
It's just the good intentions surrounding you that you need to be happy with your job.
I am a 25 year-old Turkish graduate from medical school.
My special interests follow as: reading medical articles, writing (currently indulged in 3 other personal blogs, one being a foodie-blog, the other ones serving as open diaries), playing violin and spending time with my little budgie.