Honestly, where do I even begin this post? The moment I found out I matched was honestly such a blur. The hours that followed were a blur. Honestly, I think I’m finally coming down from all of the excitement and it’s been nearly a week!
The day before the DO Match Day (February 5th), I was on the phone with my friend Katlin discussing the logistics of match day. The thing about medical school is that sometimes they don’t tell you how things work so all we knew was that we were supposed to receive an email in the morning. Was it going to be 8 am? 11 am? What did the email entail? What happens if we don’t match? What is the procedure for scrambling?
It was Superbowl Sunday that day so I was with friends but during the entire game, I had so much anxiety. I laid in bed hoping to binge-watch the recent episodes of This Is Us but I couldn’t relax enough to enjoy it. I barely slept that night. I woke up around 6 am and tossed and turned for an hour, not wanting to check my phone. At some point, I felt like someone was trying to get ahold of me so I decided to finally check my phone.
Four missed phone calls. A handful of text messages from classmates. An email notification. My best friend Nora took the morning off for emotional support and I promised that I would open the email with her but I was actually sweating profusely in bed and decided last minute to open the email. And at 7:30 am central time, I read:
Congratulations, you have matched!
Number one specialty. Number one ranked program.
Pure bliss.
