I wasn't sure if I still had a blog. I tried to log on from Switzerland and it wasn't working so I was a little concerned.
I finished residency (or rather, all my residencies) at the end of June.
This whole blog, which was meant to document my journey from nurse to doctor has technically come to an end. I am now a fully fledged GP-Surgeon. Want me to explain what that means? Do you have half an hour and half a bottle of wine?
It was a horrific year. Not like a horrific year compared to 70% of the world's population, I know. But, with respect to medical training, residency, life: horrific. I crawled and cried my way to the finish line. Then I worked basically 19 days straight and went on vay cay at the end of July. Sort of a holiday / honeymoon / end of residency party.
It was amazing.
It was an eating melted cheese in Switzerland, hiking in the Alps, drinking Champagne more nights than not sort of endeavor. I got to be a tourist, waking up to the mountains in France one day and then to freshly made scones and clotted cream at one of the finest hotels in London, the next. I had a 37th birthday that was OFF THE HOOK.
Now I am visiting family in BC and soon heading back to officially start my job as an attending-rural-medicine-GP-surgeon-ninja next week.
I am terrified and in debt. And I have so many stories, so many moments from the last year that roll around in my head. I don't even know how to start taking them off the shelf. I don't know if anyone even reads this blog anymore, but I promise, I promise to start writing again now that the dust is settling and a new story is starting.
I finished residency (or rather, all my residencies) at the end of June.
This whole blog, which was meant to document my journey from nurse to doctor has technically come to an end. I am now a fully fledged GP-Surgeon. Want me to explain what that means? Do you have half an hour and half a bottle of wine?
It was a horrific year. Not like a horrific year compared to 70% of the world's population, I know. But, with respect to medical training, residency, life: horrific. I crawled and cried my way to the finish line. Then I worked basically 19 days straight and went on vay cay at the end of July. Sort of a holiday / honeymoon / end of residency party.
It was amazing.
It was an eating melted cheese in Switzerland, hiking in the Alps, drinking Champagne more nights than not sort of endeavor. I got to be a tourist, waking up to the mountains in France one day and then to freshly made scones and clotted cream at one of the finest hotels in London, the next. I had a 37th birthday that was OFF THE HOOK.
Now I am visiting family in BC and soon heading back to officially start my job as an attending-rural-medicine-GP-surgeon-ninja next week.
I am terrified and in debt. And I have so many stories, so many moments from the last year that roll around in my head. I don't even know how to start taking them off the shelf. I don't know if anyone even reads this blog anymore, but I promise, I promise to start writing again now that the dust is settling and a new story is starting.
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| The morning of my last call shift as a resident. |
