the end of an erait is T-1 to the 1st of july.  after a week of practical training, defribillating dummies, and earning our BLS [basic life support] certs - bruised knees and wrists from performing some very violent CPRs - come dawn, new interns from all around the world will officially commence our duties from the bottom of the medical/surgical food chain.
[the existence of medical students are of course negligible - duh.] avoid your local hospital, if you can help it.
we don't know what we're doing and we're armed with the license to kill. the so-called medical knowledge we have seemingly garnered over the course of 4-6 years have all dissolved into a lump of nothingness after that summer full of unproductivity. it seems that calling yourself a doctor gives your hairdresser the prerogative to tell you about her "discharge", your parents to become your first patients in your makeshift "examination room" [ie. bedroom] and your friends to ask about certain..."things". i will be the first to admit that i am more terrified than anything. somehow, fear has found its way into what was once known as excitement.
indeed, everyone dreads being the first interns on-call of the first night. thank goodness it ain't gonna be me! summer was spent as such: 1 week - manchester
1 week - japan
3 weeks - KL [slept an average 12 hours/day. life was good!]
2 weeks - italy GRADUATION was over before i knew it.
when my dad first came to ireland, he spent hours picking out and assembling this study desk.
and now, years later, here he was again picking out my graduation photos... it's all very surreal. after studying for like, forever, i feel like i'm stuck in this med student's body who is reluctantly joining the rest of her peers that have already been in the workforce for years as accountants, engineers, lawyers, IT personnel etc... shame on me. hope i survive this one, guys. | 
