Last night was excellent and then kind of terrible. Being a medical student means that you and your SO will scrutinize and look up every single problem (or perceived problem) and assume the outlandish.
After an intimate night with R I woke up at 6 - refreshed and driven. This morning I meandered through some difficult concepts, revised my herbal medicine notes, and did some questions on brainstem lesions. I am so grateful that I can localize most strokes with basic symptoms.
One week from today I will have finished my basic science training. I was thinking that today when I kissed R on the forehead as we watched the sunset together. She has delightfully forced me out of the ruts of studying that I sometimes fall into. I was drilling the same 10 drugs over and over going nowhere when she said she was upset - I told her to jog out to the cliff and meet me. It was delightful.
Then I met up with my friend B for dinner. We revisited the memories of first term and chatted about the group dynamics and how we grew to interact with each other. Now I'm ready to settle in for an early night.
Tomorrow I will attend my last small group, take my last BSFCR quiz, and do my last clinical correlate session in Patrick Adams hall.
It was ironic to have an awards ceremony so bare there last night. White Coat was to the brim with medical students eager to embark on the journey. About 50 were in the hall (we started at 800) and the other 550 in my remaining class left to study for "the most important test of our lives".
Those words don't really mean anything - all tests have been that important.
If I failed at any moment during my training I would have left. July 14th doesn't come with any real mystery. The real test is finding joy in every day and maintaining excellence in mind, body, and spirit. I am driven, healthy, and unbroken.
Bring on the pharm!
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