and my other buddy Ezra.
It's one of our favorite pastimes. Life can get kinda hard sometimes, and shooting the breeze with the guys is a great stress relief. I had no idea when I started medical school that I would have such great friendships, and I have benefited greatly from having these guys as friends. When John was sick, Mikey and Ezra (and Dottie) made sure that I had everything I needed while he was in the hospital. They helped me study and stay focused because medical school did not stop while he was sick. They brought me meals and coffee and came to just hang out. I will always be grateful for how thoughtful they were during that time. Oh, and Ezra's wife Dottie is THE BEST. She bakes us goodies all the time, and when they come over to eat, she brings the BEST salad. Not to mention, she's actually real. I didn't meet her for a while after I met Ezra, and I was pretty sure she was his imaginary made-up wife until I met her for real.
So I guess I can say I found my tribe. Or they found me. And they aren't the only people that have become my med school family. Annie and Daniel are my seat mates at school, and I couldn't ask for better company during class. Chelsea and Amber are behind us, and they are super awesome. Gunnar (and Katie), Tyler, Dilsa, Reema, Lisette, and Clayton are my Friday peeps (that I haven't been able to Friday with in AGES), and I can't wait until I can make the time to hang out again. I could name a BUNCH of folks that I am so very happy that I have been able to befriend here in school. It really is like a big family.
With 159 people in the class, it's not possible for everyone to be in love with everyone, but that kind of drama is usually minimized. There is the occasional hiccup, for sure. But for the most part, everyone is happy to be here and is very helpful and supportive of one another. We are grownups after all.
So with only five weeks left in the last block of our first year of medical school, and even with all the craziness that life has shelled out in the middle of it all, I am still super excited and #blessed to be exactly where I am. It is the hardest thing I've ever done, and I have learned so much. I've learned that you can't judge anyone else's response to their current stress level by what you're currently dealing with. It's like juggling. You start with one ball and work up to one more. You think you're juggling everything you can handle, and then add another one. It doesn't matter how many you're juggling, you absolutely believe that you cannot handle one more thing. But then you start getting used to it, and you might have a minute to look around at everyone else around you and notice that they aren't juggling as much as you, but they look like they are about to fall flat. I say all that to say that you really never know how much you can handle until you are handling it. AND you can't judge someone's stress level by how many balls they have in the air. It's not the number of objects you are juggling. Also, if you find that you are able to look around and pass judgment on what someone else is doing, you probably are neglecting something else you should be doing. OR, maybe you could lend a hand, eh?
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