Starting to settle into my life back here in Ireland. In some ways, the summer was such a blur that it feels like I was only a way for a long weekend.
I found a receipt in my wallet last night.
I am certainly looking forward to the 2011 version of this receipt.
In many ways it is great to be back. I have a *much* better living situation this year. Turns out Tobie is a wonderful roommate, I have a spectacular view, a kitchen all to myself, two of my closest friends literally a stones throw from my balcony, and a bathtub. Speaking of a kitchen all to myself--I discovered last night that if I put an apple crumble in the oven and then do yoga in the kitchen then I have my own home version of Hot Yoga! Sweeeeeet. So really, what more could a woman want in a domicile? (Ok, other than a sauna, numerous kitchen appliances, some art on the walls, a good stereo system, and some non-plastic furniture.) But I digress.
I am finding it slightly hard to get into the groove again with PBL and the volume of reading that has already been put before me. This week is a hypertension case and I love cardiac physiology so I am enjoying the process but finding the wheels are turning a little slowly compared to June.
I have decided to think of medical school as two separate programs. Years 1 and 2 is the academic program and years 3 and 4 is the clinical program. If I think about it that way the road seems a little more bearable, in such that I am now more than halfway done the program. Ha! Hey, whatever gets me through 2 years of small group learning and not touching any patients.
I am still processing the summer and all the wild and wonderful experiences I had in the hospital. Hopefully some of that will help to pad the writing so I don't spiral into posts about stress levels, lack of sleep, and eating tuna out of the can.
It's on year 2, it's on...