As of about 10:30am today, there are only 15-20 pages of writing between me and the M.D.! And yet I feel like I know nothing and have to study ALL THE THINGS before July 1. My friend recently posted this article about some of the problems (and impact) of resident work hours restrictions. Any other rising interns out there starting to sweat a little? Yet, graduating from medical school, that is going to feel good (at least the day of).
My little firecracker is going to be 30 months old tomorrow. I sometimes take pause when, intertwined with the songs about Frozen or the weather or magical eggs, I hear her call “I’m bringing booty back” and something about “all the right junk.” Maybe we should listen to more Putumayo.
Still young enough to insist on sandals and a winter hat when it’s 65 degrees: