Exam 2 is over… I have to say this week I have relied on God to pull me through. With less than 4 hours of sleep every night, practically living in a school study room, and studying during every single moment that I am not driving, I didn’t pass this test. I killed it. There is little time to recover but I am taking myself on a 30 minute shopping spree and going home to look over the work for this week. Relief isn’t the word to describe the feeling I have right now as I know God is the reason that I made it though this but I’m not sure that this lifestyle is sustainable. There is no rest. Period. No sleep, no lunch, I’m only standing because I have been taking half-hour naps between chapters in the room I study in. There has got to be a better way.
My mom knew that I was really sad because I’ll miss labor day and I wanted to come home so she drove over an hour to drop off Sunday dinner while I study. I think we as medical students underestimate what this whole process does to our families. I know that I have been away too long when my grandpa calls to remind me to check my oil. My grandma calls to check on me too. When you come from a non-medical family, they don’t grasp all that is actually happening to you. They just know that you are busy. Having them to honestly support you, to bring you dinner, it’s the difference between being stuck in a cloud of despair with no contact with the outside world and feeling human.
