I don’t think anything truly prepares you for intern year. I don’t think the concept of moving 14 hours away from home (to an unknown place with unknown people) really hit me until I step foot into the hospital on June 26th for orientation. I was excited and nervous but I felt like I was somewhat prepared for intern year. I mean, that’s what medical school is for, right? Hint: I was very wrong.
My involvement with death prior to intern year was sparse. I had only experienced death from afar. My grandparents passed away at varying points during my childhood and adolescence. I lost a friend to suicide when I was in medical school. Another was struck and killed by a car in college. I was not involved […]
To say I was scared on the eve of July 1, 2017, would be a gross understatement of the truth. It was the final night before I would don the long white coat laden with the weight of real responsibility in addition to my lightly used stethoscope. I was paralyzed by a profound, gripping fear […]