The last time I posted, I had just found out that I matched into one of the programs on my Rank Order List for a residency in pediatrics, accomplishing a goal I’ve had since I was 14.
We immediately went on the hunt for a house. On one Saturday, we toured 19 properties, put in an offer, and bought our first home.
Then the fun started. Mountains of paperwork and training and licensing and certifications before even starting orientation.
And now they call me Doctor. Paging Dr. Allie. It is real, and no longer a fantasy or far off in the future. It doesn’t feel like it at all. I’m currently on my second rotation, which means I have “survived” July of intern year, but not without rubbing one of the children’s hospital’s ladybugs for luck on my first day.