I have in my possession one shiny new IBM ThinkPad T42 with extended life battery cum handgrip, one shiny new Dell Axim X50v with 128 MB SD memory card (swapping out soon), two long white coats with my name and the initials M.D. embroidered on them, a box of business cards, a sleek new random number generator key, a hospital parking card, a hospital badge, and a whole lot of fear and anxiety.
I start on OB. First call is July 2. Call in July is q3 days, which means that it will be precall-oncall-postcall over and over and over again for a month. August is ER, which should be better.
It's beginning, O Best Beloved. I left home at 0710 and got home at 1720 and we're about to leave again for the Senior Roast and tomorrow is day 2 of ACLS and after that is graduation and then Saturday is a pool party and the first payday is next Thursday and I am going to be the most incompetent doctor ever, and I will tell you all about why when I get there and realize that that is not, in fact, so.
Dr. R says to us, smiling in that grandfatherly way: The first year, it is going to be harder than you expect.
Buckle in and hold on, O Best Beloved. Because I'm expecting it to be murder.