As of yesterday, I am twenty-six years old. I believe it was Garth Brooks who sang, "I'm much too young to feel this damn old." There are days when I am frustrated by the details of living I don't know, and there are others when I feel like I know too much for my own good. The night before last, I was at an Ingram Hill concert. Women older than me were partying it up in their cute attire and their flat-ironed hair. I was surreptitiously glancing at my watch at ten-thirty and hiding my yawns -- and Ingram Hill didn't even make it on stage until eleven. Now don't get me wrong -- I very much enjoyed Ingram Hill, Sterling Y, and especially The Red Suite (they were cute). But 10:30 -- unless I'm on call, that's my bedtime! Especially on a weeknight! (At least Lizzie agreed, lol.)
As you guys probably know by now, I matched into a combined double board program in Psychiatry and Child & Adolescent Psychiatry at the University of Massachusetts in Worcester, MA. I'm looking forward to the program, but the process of moving is rather intimidating. I spent the day reading horror stories about the moving process, and I'm now a nervous wreck. We're going to Worcester on Tuesday to attempt to find a place to live. I'm seriously considering selling my Saturn. I've been completing paperwork, trying on white coats, and picking out rotations for next year. My benefits paperwork is available, and I need to start working on it. I need to decide how to handle my Stafford loans in the next couple of weeks, and I need to decide what kind of relocation loan I will need to take. It's a rather stressful process -- once again, I am gambling that I will like a career and a training program, but this time, it is on the other side of the country. Wish me luck!
A wonderful thing happened on Wednesday: it was my last medical school lecture EVER. (It was titled "Not Another Damn Medical School Lecture.") It was actually a somber talk on the perspective of a resident who became a patient in the worst possible way -- as a newly diagnosed AML patient with a poor prognosis. You get a bit of reality when you remember what it is to be the person on the other side of the stethoscope. And, oddly enough, it made me miss hem/onc. It was my road not taken.
I really liked the passage of my birthday card:
Wishing you
everything beautiful in life --
time for the dreams
you hold closest to your heart,
quiet moments to enjoy,
and most of all,
the contentment that comes
from knowing you're loved.
everything beautiful in life --
time for the dreams
you hold closest to your heart,
quiet moments to enjoy,
and most of all,
the contentment that comes
from knowing you're loved.
Beautiful, eh?
I'm procrastinating, so I need to get back to preparing for the arrival of my dear friends from Fayetteville. Hope everyone is having a wonderful day-after-my-birthday. *grins*
P.S. With regards to the applicability of the title -- Justin made me banana pancakes for my birthday. He was a great birthday promoter! He knows how much I love birthdays, and he does his best to make them special. I'm very lucky to have him. ^.^
I'm procrastinating, so I need to get back to preparing for the arrival of my dear friends from Fayetteville. Hope everyone is having a wonderful day-after-my-birthday. *grins*
P.S. With regards to the applicability of the title -- Justin made me banana pancakes for my birthday. He was a great birthday promoter! He knows how much I love birthdays, and he does his best to make them special. I'm very lucky to have him. ^.^
