It's been a tough week for me, and I think it's probably just because I'm tired. A large portion of medical school (heck, almost all of it really) is holding your nose and getting through a bunch of tough stuff so you can be a doctor at the end of it. It's not miserable 24/7 for sure. The SP testing was really fun this time, and I really enjoyed "playing doctor." Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.
So assuming all goes well with testing this next week, I will be 1/8 of the way to graduation. That makes me almost 12.5% doctor. Scary, huh? Both times this block that I went into a room alone to perform a procedure or interview a patient, I kept thinking, "Hey, are you sure you trust me to go in here and do this?" I wonder if that feeling ever goes away. One of our instructors this week said that we may not feel like we've learned a whole lot yet, but next year when the first years start, we'll realize how much we've actually absorbed this year. I am excited for next year when the new class comes. I can't imagine how full the building (and parking lot!) will be when the class of 2020 joins us. It's extra exciting because my son is in that class!
SO then this conversation just happened:
HB: "What's wrong?"
Me: "My blog is blahhhh. It's a blaaahhhhhhhhgggg."
I started this blog to keep all my friends and family current on what's going on with me during school. I also thought I could be relatively clever and engaging at least on a weekly basis. Now I kinda feel like it's just me blathering into the computer about whatever annoying thing happened at school this week, and I'm sure no one wants to read about that. So I'm going to try to keep a notebook handy during the week to jot down some better ideas as they come to mind so this doesn't become a yawnfest. I couldn't stand to lose my four and a half readers, especially my Mom. ;)