Glory, glory, hallelujah! I have graduated residency and will soon by shedding off the chains of oppression. Loosening the bindings which have held me down. And getting the heck out of these dry barren, South Texan lands as swiftly as possible. (To be fair San Antonio *does* have four seasons: early summer, summer, late summer, and not summer.) The indentured servitude is coming to a close. Truthfully I have one more week of medicine consults till I am truly free, but I plan to defer all medical management questions to my consult monkey who I have trained in the use of both Essentris and the red pocket medicine book. My only regret is that I will not be able to see the old hospital pancaked through controlled explosions, and my one great wish for the future is to see via video feed the old hospital pancaked through controlled explosions. People tell me New Hampshire is going to be cold and unbelievably snowy, but people don't know that for the seven years I've prayed for cold and unbelievably snowy. I'd rather get sweaty shoveling snow off my car than simply because I am sitting inside of it.
Seven more days of work. However many days of military out-processing. A day or two of packing. And freedom!
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