Back on the Radar

I don't think when I started this that I realized what being in med school would mean. It's not that I don't like it. I love the experience. The people are amazing. I have such a great group of friends that are so supportive, and we really are a family. It's such an inexplicable feeling because there's nothing else like it. I can't imagine any other place where I would have such a diverse group of friends, people that I would not have automatically chosen to hang out with are now the people I am closest to. Certainly, the sipping from a fire hydrant analogy is appropriate, especially now. We just started the biochem block. It's all lecture, in fact, three hours worth almost every morning. It's rough, but the material isn't that bad. Some of the lecturers are dry, but you can't expect everyone to be amazingly entertaining.

I just never imagined that I would have something that so consumed me. I mean, med school really is a lifestyle. It's a situation that is hard to explain to others. It's a mindset. It's hard to fall out of the med school mentality sometimes which makes it hard to relate to others. I mean, we can talk about things that sicken others as if it were nothing. This also means it's hard to fall out of med school speak. I'm doing better. Not being stressed out all the time is certainly helping. Being able to exercise is also helping.

I'm trying to get back into writing again. I know that it was helpful as a destressing tool when I was in undergrad. Maybe it will help now. I want to get back into creative writing, but that's taking a little longer. This is a start...slow but steady. One step at a time. I'm just working on not looking too far into the future, just going day-by-day to see what unfolds...