Linking up for another Medical Monday with Your Doctor's Wife, From a Doctor's Wife, and The Unconventional Doctor's Wife.
So, here we are.
Charles is, for all intents and purposes, done with his 3rd year. We are in some state of disbelief. Moving on to 4th year seems surreal. This week, we'll hit the one-year-to-graduation mark. We've already passed the one-year-to-the-last-day-of-the-last-rotation. The time is going to fly. I look back on how much has changed in the last year. I think about how much can and will change in another year.
|Blog repeat, but studying with Dad is too cute!|
He has two biggies looming on the horizon: boards. Mr. Obsessive About Boards (aren't all medical types?) knows he won't relax until he finishes all of his Step 2 stuff, so he's taking the professional exam on Thursday and has the written part a month later. Even though he won't be on rotation for the next month, it won't be vacation. He'll be studying his little head off.
I'm still basking in the summery-ness of it all, though. Even if he's studying all day, it will be nice knowing that he can get up with the sun, the baby and I (not earlier), and that we can climb into bed together at night. I'll know for sure when I can serve dinner. We have plans for a date. We have a first birthday party to plan. We have an anniversary to look forward to.
This weekend, I found out that we have one more sure source of ridiculousness to look forward to, at least for a few more days: me as a standardized patient. More times than I care to admit, I've been roped into being a pretend standardized patient. The thing, though, is that I'm really, really bad at it. I don't have a good idea of a coherent set of symptoms. I spend more time inventing my character (I'm a method-actress standardized patient, clearly) than my symptoms. Some of our best memories from the last few years have been the result of my "patients" and their antics. I'm sure that between now and Thursday, I'll inadvertently send us into fits of giggles at least once.
The fits of giggles. The happy memories. The things to look forward to. Life really is good.