I've done it. I've moved away all by myself. It was a challenge. I got here last Thursday and my dad was here. Friday I drove him back and then B and I came back here for the weekend. Things were pretty nice with him here although there was a bug issue that nearly had me falling apart. Half a can of Raid later the bugs have decreased to a manageable number. When B left on Sunday I cried and cried. That was the hardest moment of the whole situation. I felt really really alone and quite nervous about the next year. After that initial sadness/panic I managed to settle in here and get into something of a routine. Last week of orientation was pretty easy since we had the holiday and Friday was pretty limited in terms of what we had to do but now I'll be starting my first 12 day stretch. Those are going to be pretty prevalent for the first six months or so. 12 on 2 off is something I'm going to need to get used to... we'll see.
I'm excited to get started on rotations but I'm nervous about trying to prove myself to a whole new group of people. I think I have a good knowledge base to work from and hopefully my training will be sufficient for me to look up my patients efficiently. I'm trying to just focus on operations things so that I can get that figured out b/c I felt a lot smarter as a PGY1 once I figured out how things move through the hospital. I think I'm rambling now... anyway, only 51 weeks until I'm a real person which, incidentally, means only 51 weeks for me to find a real person job... kind of weird to think about since I'm just starting my PGY2 but knowing how fast last year went I feel like those 51 weeks will go quicker than I could ever imagine...
night kids.
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