The gentle clamoring of clammy hands clinging and flinging papers onto the floor next to my filing cabinet. I know it's in here somewhere. Brushing the beads of sweat out of my eyes, I continue my pursuit - the tiny white fan my only solace in the June summer heat. I continue to dig until I grasp the familiar tubular structure, folded upon itself just as I had left it: my stethoscope. Like a long lost friend, holding it felt exactly the same and yet different.
The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity; from the seemingly never-ending travel for residency interviews to the intense studying for the our licensing exams to an equally intense period of rest and untamed hedonism. To go from complete freedom to the impending rigid structure of residency is most certainly a shock to the system. From ID cards being made to sifting through mountains of emails, and meandering through a forest of new colleagues is both exciting and overwhelming. All the while I'm still trying to reconcile that my name appears on a diploma that says M.D.C.M. Doctor of Medicine, Master of Surgery. The title still feels foreign despite four years of work towards it.
As I embark on this new chapter in my medical training, I can't help but reflect on everything and everyone who has led me to where I am today. Growth paving the way for new growth. Here's to a new beginning, a new blossoming from old roots.
The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity; from the seemingly never-ending travel for residency interviews to the intense studying for the our licensing exams to an equally intense period of rest and untamed hedonism. To go from complete freedom to the impending rigid structure of residency is most certainly a shock to the system. From ID cards being made to sifting through mountains of emails, and meandering through a forest of new colleagues is both exciting and overwhelming. All the while I'm still trying to reconcile that my name appears on a diploma that says M.D.C.M. Doctor of Medicine, Master of Surgery. The title still feels foreign despite four years of work towards it.
As I embark on this new chapter in my medical training, I can't help but reflect on everything and everyone who has led me to where I am today. Growth paving the way for new growth. Here's to a new beginning, a new blossoming from old roots.
