Dazed and confused: a real OSCE experience
After all the preparation, the worry, and the bitten finger nails, Samena Chaudhry realised that the dreaded OSCE was in her control
It is just five minutes before the finals OSCE (objective structured clinical examination) in medicine—the exam everyone seems to dread the most. For this, we practice looking slick for weeks in advance, from analysing angles of nail curvature on forgotten about, bemused patients on the ward, to getting that breadth of experience elastic swing with the patella hammer. Students slouch unnoticed on the back seats of buses or cinemas practicing spot diagnosis.
For me the OSCE was just as I thought it would be. My performance at its worst. The adrenaline rush and its after effects showed me up as a candidate who was close to being more cerebrally compromised than a shrimp. As the first bell rang, I was led into a room and introduced to a man with vague abdominal pain and no signs. Making the unfortunate error of pulling his eyelids up for jaundice, and down to