poured out before bed
Med school – and life in general – is about milestones. You pass about a 100 million of ’em – some of them bigger and craggier than others – before someone deems you Doctor (which is just a shorter term for residency-training material). Yesterday, I hopped over that milestone that was submitting my application to residency. My ERAS application has been certified and submitted and a rather large number of program directors have hopefully already held it to their chests, exclaiming with tears of pure joy in the corners of their wise eyes, “This is the one!” (A girl can dream.) And a girl can celebrate the dust biting of yet another hurdle in the road of life.