Time Machine

This time tomorrow, I will have finished the last test of my first year of medical school. Wow, that seems impossible. I was musing over all the stuff that I put myself and my family through to get to this point and now we have made it through one year. Wow. Wow. Wow. I should be studying right now, but I needed a break from microbiology. Too many bugs on the brain. I am also a little sleepy from having shadowed in the ER last night until 10 pm. It was a more depressing day to shadow, but also more gratifying in some ways. I really love the ER though, and I could definitely see myself working there. I am so impressed with the physicians that I meet in the ER, they really know their stuff. I on the other hand, feel like a complete idiot. Since I am a geezer as far as the class is concerned, I think sometimes people think I know more than I actually do. I am going to be scrambling to look up journal articles, clotting cascades, febrile seizures and types of anemia just to fix my understanding of some of the cases that I saw last night.

I can look at how far I have come, but there is still SO much to learn. I am going to enjoy the summer, but I will be ready to get back at it in August. I need to alter my plans for studying some and start thinking about the best way to cram all of the pharm and path in my head without forgetting all of the 1st year material. That will be challenging.

I also can't believe that in just a week my baby girl is going to graduate from kindergarten. Where did that time go? I can track my medical school journey back to 9 weeks after her birth, when I took my first tentative steps toward med school with an undergraduate math class. That seems like eons ago. I know the rest of it will fly by all too fast, as my kids grow, I develop into a physician.

I am also so deeply blessed to have Steven along for the ride. He has been my rock (how appropriate) and is the love of my life. At our wedding, we danced to "Grow Old Along with Me" by Mary Chapin Carpenter. The rest of the line continues "the best is yet to be." I certainly feel that way when Steven is holding my hand.