Final stretch of a life in a medical resident's family
It feels absolutely surreal when I heard my wife m saying her 5-year residency will end at the end of June, merely 30 days away. For some reason I thought it would be a few weeks longer, which would have made significant difference on my/our mental. Anyways, looks like we've already turned the final corner of this rough, brutal, nerve-wrecking, hopefully enlightening, but simply long journey. The last dance should be rewarding and celebratory, if this is a "normal" job, but looks like that's not the case with m -- with or without covid-19 daemonic situation. Anyways, I can't imagine how we'll feel about the life of post-residency just yet. But I do want to NOT let the vows made in storms to be forgotten in calms. Yes we can't wait to be freed from this cage that has limited us in so many ways, but at the same time I do not want to forget how we feel, how miserable, desperate, exhausted we've felt, what we got, what we dealt with or couldn't deal wi