poured out before bed
Dear Ms. Whine,
We are very pleased to inform you of your election to the Best-State Greek-Letter Chapter of the Alpha Omega Alpha Medical Honor Society…
I nearly dropped the groceries I was non-chalantly hauling up the stairs while opening my mail. It’s hard to keep hold of a paper bag when you strike an unscheduled super star pose.
Alpha Omega Alpha, or AOA, is a big deal to medical students. A reeeeaaaaally big deal. Only a handful of students in each graduating class are elected. It’s exceedingly helpful in nabbing those sought after residency spots. And you get a fancy gold pin to add to your white coat bling.
So, I’m pretty darn stoked.
But I’m also pretty darn grateful.
I’m grateful to the ‘rents, the hubby, the librarians who left the light on for me, that nice lady in the cafe lunch line who always gave me a physician discount even though she knew full well I was just a student, and that guy in the security office who always lets me in the parking lot when I forget my name badge.
But, mostly, I’m grateful to my patients. They shock me and inspire me, puzzle me and teach me, they make me think deeply (deeply deeply) about medicine and about life. The study and the service of them and their maladies and their lives is why I’m here. It’s what drives me to excellence. And it’s what drives me to write. They’re a big deal – and it’s an even bigger blessing to have such wonderful opportunity.
Luckiest gal in the world? Yeah – I think so.