poured out before bed
I know I said I wouldn’t be writing this week, but I could not help but attend today with a quick post. Today marks my LAST DAY ON THE WARDS AS A JUNIOR MEDICAL STUDENT.
[Hang on a second…I have to retrieve myself a hanky to properly mark the occasion… OK, we’re good.]
Oh, I can still remember the unbridled anxiety which bore down on me that very first day of M3 year clerkships (I started on OB/Gyn, of course – only one of the most awkward and tempestuous rotations all around), way back last July. I can still remember a few weeks later, when I finally started to feel comfortable, to come into my educational and supportive role. I can still remember the first time I made a difference – a real difference – for a struggling patient, and how the realization that I could help changed me in an incredible, but intangible way. I can still remember the first time I felt confident making clinical decisions, when I began to feel competent, useful even. I can recall starting and growing through and finishing each and every one of the rotations I’ve been so privileged to take part in this year – the joys, the frustrations…the stories. It’s been a ride in every sense.
[Excuse me – I must sniffle a little, clutch at the nearest human in emotional rhapsody…alright, nose clean, moment squeezed.]
So, here’s to my third year of medical school – the most daunting and exciting and disappointing and thrilling and fulfilling – and yes, favorite – of my life thus far. Here, too, is to my fourth and final year of medical school, beginning next week after I take my medicine shelf. May it replace this year as my favorite in it’s own time.