Before we took off for Chile (post soon!) we celebrated the end of intern year. The last 12, or really 18 months (from when Urology match happened) has been an absolute whirlwind. How we got here was something of a mix of luck and grit on Alex’s part. But we finally feel like we’re settled. And the dreaded surgical intern year? The one where people tell you it will be the worst year of your life? Or that your marriage might not survive? Well, maybe it used to be that way. Or maybe we were lucky-but it wasn’t nearly that bad. It wasn’t easy, and it involved a lot of flexibility and patience, but it never broke us. And I wanted to take a moment to write down how this year really was for us, before time wipes most of the memories clean.
I don’t think we really thought much about what’s up next for us. Well, we have, we’ve thought about how Alex needs to get into residency. Get in. Not what happens after that. Back when Alex started medical school, I heard warnings about being the partner of a med student, how hard it would be. And the first year was harder than expected-Irish med school’s first year is notoriously hard, unlike the US where it’s typically the second year. But it was fine. And I think a large part of that is because we’ve never known “normal.” We’ve never known a 9-5, so bizarre and long days are somewhat the norm. Continue reading