“Step one is officially done! I am so excited to be leaving the country. I’m literally sitting here, picturing myself with my feet propped up and the sound of the waves lulling me off to a nice nap under a shady tree. Everyone told me that studying for the exam would be worse than actually taking it. I guess that was fine until about block six when I got ridiculously tired. I knew the fatigue would be an issue but I wasn’t expecting it to hit as hard as it did. it was almost like hitting a brick wall. I was fine and all of a sudden, I was crazy tired and struggling to keep my focus while counting down the number of questions I had left.”
This was 3 hours ago and now I’m trying to figure out how to get home. My grandfather fell off the roof of our house right after he dropped us off at the airport. As I have been told, he walked into the house and went to bed. My grandma only knew because hours later, when she came up stairs, he told her his arm was in serious pain. We, my mom and I, only knew because we called home and no one answered the house phone.
So yes, the day after I finished the largest hurdle of medical school, I’m reminded that life doesn’t stop for anything, including step 1. In hindsight the best advice that was given to me for studying for boards is plain and simple, questions, questions, and more questions. Practice tests, qbanks, boards review, all of it to test exactly what is being tested now, how much pressure can you stand before you start to boil? In medicine and in life, you can look up almost anything. The true measure of ones ability is what happens under stress. I’ll keep this in mind as I continue the struggle to get home. I’m praying for my grandpa and an affordable plane ticket.