This month of Vascular Surgery is filled with long hours of pure nothingness. I start early and end late, but the middle is empty. During the day, I read, eat, and relax... quite a nice change from Trauma Surgery. Today I lounged in one of the call rooms to read up on some neuroanatomy (since, per my schedule, I get to
embarrass myself on CT Neuro my first official month of Radiology in July; yeah, I haven't thought about brain structures since my first year of med school when I held a squishy, cold brain in my hands). All ye who accepted me into your program, get ready for disappointment!
I looked down and chuckled. These tattered intern socks have been through codes, rounds, and calls and pretty much sum up how I feel after this year. Tired. Worn. Frazzled.
Just 20 days to my freedom, though! 20 days til the end of Medicine Wards (that I DIDN'T want to do) and Trauma Surgery (that I NEVER signed up for) and Endocrine and Cardiology and Pulmonary and Vascular Surgery and Neurology and VA ICU and any other irrelevant -ology. *Deep sigh.*
Here's to the completion of my intern year. One year down, four to go! Woo hoo!
2 comments:
First of all, congrats on making it (nearly) through. I'm sure there are days when you thought that day would never come.
I don't say it often enough, my dear friend, but I think you're an amazingly smart, funny, gorgeous woman and I'm proud to know you. I'm glad Lon married you and forced you into my crazy family! Otherwise, I'd have had to admire you from afar. (afar: "We used a hose to put out afar.")
Lori, thank you. That means the wold to me. And ditto x 10. : )
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