The best way to describe my sentiments on residency to date is: one long delay. For three years my life will be on hold and, hopefully, once these three years are over with I will emerge from hibernation three years older, a little smarter, a little slower, and a little more grizzled; ready to live my life once more. Aside from the rapid accumulation of medical knowledge I do not anticipate this experience netting me anything of significance. Which is a shame, because most of it has nothing to do with residency.
Don't get me wrong. I dislike residency as much as the next medical resident. It's just I don't have very good reason to. Aside from my ample complainings already documented, it ain't that bad. Things are busy and the hours are long, but not so long as to preclude a life outside the hospital for those with enough pluck. Unfortunately that life never seems to have taken place. I don't often do the things I like for lack of like-minded friends, don't often spend time with good friends for lack of common interests, and my chastity has never been less questioned. I got no God, no dog, no woman, waning patriotism, and little time or idea where to find these things. I'm not sad or mad, just frustrated. I've got it good -- That is one thing I do know even if I don't always feel it -- but unfortunately blessings don't necessarily a good life make. And so I wait. Twiddle my thumbs a little longer, hold my breath a little longer, futz around a little longer. (Longer with Big Red!) Keep going to work because that's what I do, and keep going home because that's where I live. I wait for the job to reset, friend pool to refresh, and for the time to once again look forward to something.
So that's how I feel about intern year. I did a lot of things, and then I moved on. End of Act One.
At least I got money. Mmmm assets....
A picture from my apartment. If only I had a balcony. Or a little gratitude.
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