It’s been a while since I posted. Residency has been a whirlwind so far and sometimes I forget how to breath. Hospital is a really strange place – a place built for healing but fortified with bureaucracy and regulations. I’ve came in contact with a full spectrum of human lives. I witnessed suffering and heartwarming stories then go on with my call schedules. Sickness is a simple game of statistics, it does not care about the size of your house or the brand of your car. People sway their odds with their lifestyle choices. And yes, silly thoughts like these still float through my head constantly yet my hands are busy ordering labs and writing progress notes. And here I am, 6 months into residency and still in one piece. 2014 has been a great year. Medical school seems like such a long time ago even though it just ended in June. Match day will always be one of the best days of my life, and my “wrecking crew” members will always be dear and near to my heart. I don’t think my heart can be cured of loneliness, but it will always be warmed with thoughts of those who genuinely cared.
It’s 9 pm and I really need to sleep (look at me pretending to be a morning person). Happy new year and see you soon 2015!