So I have recently, well in the last two months figured out that I am most definitely a scheduler. If I can make a schedule, a to-do list, something that I can put lines through and feel as if I have accomplished something that I can see besides just know it in my mind. Well at spring break I made a study schedule to get me through the last semester test and yesterday I had to make my schedule to get through finals week. To tell you the truth it was a little stressful not having a schedule made on Monday so that I would have a plan for this week and the rest of the semester. Well now I have it finished, or well close enough to finished that it will work for me. I know that some people don’t understand because they can just fly by the seat of their pants, but right now in my life I need a plan, I need a schedule, tell me when to study, when to go to class, when I can eat, when I can see my husband, and when I can sleep, then I will be able to survive the rest of the semester. That’s all I need in my life is a little bit of scheduling.
It is suppose to rain all day long. I woke up with the window open beside my head at my parents house, Mike on the left side of me and the fan blowing, and the rain coming down. Laying there a little bit longer I listened to the rain stop coming down and the sun started to come out. The sun was shining through the window instead of sleeping in a dark room the light was shining through telling me to get out of bed to get on my bicycle.
A beautiful bike ride, a good cup of coffee, and a wonderful easter cantata was a great way to start Easter Sunday off. As the cool weather set in for the rest of the day the family Easter picnic became a cookout at the house with a canopy, little kids running in and out of the house, cute easter dresses turing into jeans and sweatshirts.
There was still family, fellowship, food, and Easter egg hunting. This was one of the funnest times I have had watching the kids hunt Easter eggs. Spencer and Preston were so cute. Spencer was so excited running around, finding the eggs, and looking at some of the them thinking, “should I pick that up it has a face on it?”
I loved seeing the family since I haven’t seen most of them since August when I started medical school.
This semester has been a test of endurance, positive self thought, motivation, and being positive for my friends. Last night was one of the best get togethers that we have had since school started. After a long semester things are finally starting to wind down to wind back up in order to finish my first year of medical school.
The best girls in my life that I could ever ask all came to my house and brought wine, dessert, salad, and we had the fish, chips and beer to go with it. As the men stood outside and cooked we all hung out while finishing all the fixings for dinner. Then we actually all got to sit out on the patio in the backyard and talk, well if you know us we don’t just talk, we are known as the LOUD family in some circles. So we have taken this name and embraced it. We work our tails off trying to learn as much as we can and be able to apply it one of these days so that we can have a great time and enjoy ourselves once every 100 or so days, and I mean literally every 100+ days because most the time we are running from one fire to another trying to burn it out with all the knowledge that we have and move on to the next thing while trying to remember everything that we burnt the previous one out with.
The 8 girls and I ate, drank, laughed, cried, told stories, got loud, had all sorts of estrogen running through the house, which is maybe why the guys stayed in the backyard. What an amazing night for forming those bonds with these amazing women that always going to be a part of my life now. We will venture through medical school together, then through weddings, having babies (one of these women will probably deliver my children), deciding what kind of physicians we want to be, establishing lives, going on fun vacations together and everything else that life has in store for us because lets face it, there is not an experience that any of us have been through that bonds are formed like we have made in the short 9 months that we have known each other.
The weekend of Easter what a great weekend for this time of the semester to fall on. Time to have fellowship with friends and family, a time to look at our lives and know that this is where God has taken me and is giving me the strength, intelligence, and means to get through this thing they call medical school and he blessed me with these amazing woman to go on this journey with.
Haley, Brooke, Natalie, Danielle, TaRynn, & Megan thanks for being these people! Thanks for being some of the amazing women that are going to be the physicians of America in a few short years, and thank you for being those girls that can get crazy and have a good time when we know that we are all in this together and that second year for all of us except Megan, who third year, is just right around the corner. Can you believe it….. finals are all that stand between us and the next small step to becoming physicians. The time we have together is amazing!
What more could a girl ask for……
P.S. Men in our lives you are all amazing for going through this adventure with us!
Life has brought many things my way. This week was a test of how much endurance I had left in me to get through the last test of the semester of first year, well that is if you don’t count finals. At lunch when we ran to get coffee before the microbiology test, I felt that this was a sign of how the rest of my day was going to go. What a perfect shape, in a perfect drink, to a day that needed some sunshine added to it.
After sitting in a lecture hall for two and half hours taking a test, then sitting in a computer lab with some wonderful friends talking about how this semester has been a whirlwind of ups, downs, hopes, dreams, anger, and extreme mental and emotional exhaustion, we decided to go shopping and have a happy hour drink. Happy hour is a big deal to us medical students, because when do we ever leave the school in time to make it to a restaurant, let along a bar before happy hour is over. This was a beautiful and tasty drink that made me pretty happy and talkative.
Charts, graphs, and flow charts is all I have in my mind as images of what this week has been. Even after the week of neuroanatomy and physiology, test that cause extreme anxiety, this was the class and test to make or break my semester. Medical school takes late nights, early dinner, lots of coffee, understanding spouses, and amazing friends to get you through the day. Gram negative, Gram positive, catalase positive or negative, I ask myself how much do these things matter. What disease does this cause? What are going to be the signs and symptoms? What scientist postulated this? How did he prove this? How does this antibiotic work and when should you prescribe it? These are all the things that I have spent the last week trying to figure out. Last night something clicked.
Even though I felt like this during the week and my friends felt like this during the week, somehow we managed to survive. I wanted to run kicking and screaming when I woke up this morning that I wasn’t sure if anything I had spent the last six days studying every extra minute and during my scheduled studies hours that I could. Yet success has happened. It is true if I can make it through finals week in a few weeks, I will be one of the second years next year laying on the floor this time of year studying for my pathology test. Thank you second year class for being super supportive, understanding, and motivating.
When the last test grades are posted before finals week…. It is time to figure out the grade that you need to get the grade that you want in the class. No matter what your measure of success is, C, B, or A all that you need to know is what you need to get that grade. It is a good thing sometimes that your friends are there to help you figure out how to do math, because your brain is fried!
Oh! and did I mention to start this week off I survived performing my first male genital exam and prostate exam. This was a rather interesting situation, that I knew one day was going to happen and thank god it had to happen in a standardized setting. I am so glad that I am not one of those future physicians that this encounter did not happen until I was an intern or with another one of my fellow students, talk about awkward! The instruments for the male exam are sure a lot more simpler than those used in the female genital exam, pap smear, and bimanual exam.
It is only Thursday of this week and so much has happened. My mental and emotional states have been tested. My faith has been tested and I truly believe this is where I am meant to be and all the abilities that I have been given are truly a blessing.
I had to learn not to be such a procrastinator since medical school begun!
Sitting here on a Sunday morning, just finished my breakfast, and am hoping to get to go on a bike ride this afternoon with this amazing person who calls me his wife, I am sending up a little prayer to help me learn, help me be able to apply this stuff to a test and to real life, and for God to let me be the best student doctor and best physician one of these days through him. I believe in the power of prayer, and the only reason I am a first year medical student is because God gave me the ability to get here and to get to this point.