People Moving away. Residency is happeneing

I am about to embark on a road trip with my parents to Omaha, Nebraska. This is the next biggest adventure of my life...as if medical school was the biggest. New state. New friends. New drama. New routines. Excited. Terrified. Anxious. But READY. Class of 2013. I made it. "After 4 grueling yet fun-filled years in California, it's time for the next chapter in our lives. Thanks to all of the amazing people that were part of it. I never imagined it would be so hard to say goodbye-- I love all of you to pieces and my life is forever changed for the better. "
- Fellow Graduate

Well, this is my last day of medical school.

Last day at white memorial. Last day with a student badge. Last day of NOT being a doctor. For the rest of my life I will be able to stay I am Dr. Habrat.

Trauma Surgery. An experience

35 People on Rounds. Pretty nerve wrecking presentations...

Best Shift: a couple skull fractures, an epidural, couple stab wounds, incidental pituitary macro adenoma [translating the whole time in Polish], and oh yeah, a massive saddle embolism with S1Q3T3 on EKG

Last Call!!

Last call shift of med school completed!

Cook County trauma surgery. 28 hours on. 3 hours spent "sleeping." Finished off the shift in the OR taking out someone's spleen.

Gonna be an ER doc, and moving to Nebraska!

University of Nebraska Medical Center
Department of Emergency Medicine
Omaha, Nebraska

My home for the next 3 years!

I MATCHED INTO EMERGENCY MEDICINE- after 11am

I am pretty proud to say that the previous depressing post is completely null.  I matched. I did it. Even though I lost confidence in myself during this past month, I gained it back. I matched. I feel so lucky and though I feel a little bit like its a mistake and that I don't deserve it, I quickly repress these feelings. I deserve it. I am going to be a damn good ER doc. As others have told me and I need to keep telling myself, "You would DEFINITELY make a fantastic EM physician."

The hours and moments leading up to me checking for the notorious email were very painful. I imagine that is what it feels like to do a large amount of cocaine at one time. I was shaky, with palpitations, couldn't concentrate, nauseas, terrified. Wow it was terrible. Then i read the email and my heart stopped for a couple seconds. it didnt make sense at first. I thought it was surely a mistake since i had convinced myself that it wasnt going to say that. but it did. I matched. And then I stood up pacing up and down the living room and realized it was happening. then started the family phonecalls, texts to friends, and posting on facebook which has thus received 157 likes and tons of comments. I was overwhelmed with praise, congratulations and support.

Now I wait. Wait to find out which of the 7 places I ranked will be my home for the next 3 or 4 years. I wait to start looking for an apartment. Wait to start building my new life :)

Success

Match Day- Before 11am

Sitting at a desk in front of my computer getting documents ready to possibly scramble for a match position. In Chicago, away from home. Scared. Nervous. Nauseas.

I have been mentally preparing myself for not matching. To get that email at 11am and see the words "You Did Not Match." Maybe typing it and seeing it here will de-sensitize me if I really do see it in 2 hours. Either way. I have a plan if I don't match. Pick up that phone and call places and then apply through SOAP. Either way, whatever is meant to happen will and right now I have no control over the computer. I'm just scared to be on my own at 11am if I dont have a spot because then it is my responsibility to look for and secure one.

I keep trying to block the optimist in me that says I will be fine and have matched because I just can't. I need to be realistic. I cant be naive. This match is super competitive, a ton of my classmates interviewed at the same programs [with way better scores] and even if I do my best, I need to settle for having to go through some speed bumps. I worked hard but sometimes we don't get everything we want. But thats OK, I'm still going to be a doctor.

On the top of my "to do when I dont match" list i wrote:

Breath. It's OK. You will survive this. Your still going to be a doctor!