Back to the South...

I just finished week one. I just finished. I was at the hospital every day. I always heard that you sustain yourself the first few months of intern year with the excitement of being a doctor. My excitement wore off when I woke up at 3:00 am on day 2. . . not very encouraging.

I left a nice, well paying job to join this wonderful profession. I am not a kid anymore. I also left NY and headed back to the red states for residency . . . what was I thinking!

Ok, so being an intern, I have minimal energy right now. Even for blogging, so I'll keep it short and give you some highlights from the week...

• I got yelled at my first night on call - total shift lasted 32 hours with not a second of rest
• Its a lonely life, I spend the majority of my time in the hospital with people I don't know who don't know me.
• I want to cry at least once a day
• One of my attendings doesn't make eye contact with me, he just completely and utterly ignores my presence, even when I'm talking he looks at the other resident (did I mention I'm a black female at a Southern hospital, hmmm...)
• I completely LOVE my co-interns!
• The OR is still awesome, I only made it in for about 30 minutes, but it totally restored my faith.

Ok, so thats it for week one. I'm hoping for a more positive week two and I love my husband, he's awesome.