This blog has been in the making for a month. I moved, settled into an apartment, completed pre-employment requirements, and learned my new neighborhood. I know, you’ve missed me. At least I hope you have. This post serves as the official start of this journey; matching into a pandemic, though probably not the pandemic we…
Tag: coronavirus
The Children and Our Future
Today is Mother’s Day in the United States and just like many of you, I’ve spent my morning calling and texting the mothers in my life. I’m thankful I still share a home with my own mother and am able to hug her in the age of social distancing. Parenting- always an adventure as I’ve…
I’ve Got Soul But…
It’s been one month since I started this blog. It’s been one week since I attempted to look for an apartment in a city under lockdown. It’s been one day since I angrily brushed away the tears swelling in my eyes watching the evening news over dinner. Time has become a bit of an abstract…
Can I Just Vent for a Minute?
Hello to everyone and thank you again for following along with this blog! It’s been a couple of weeks since my last blog and while I do have plenty of time to write, recently I haven’t had the words. Emotions have been particularly high and frankly, downright all over the place. Trying to complete normal…
28 Days Later…Maybe
Greetings from day 12 of self-quarantine! Thankfully, I continue to be symptom and fever free and observing the 14-day self-quarantine as a purely protective measure for my family and my community. That being said, it may not be the last time I track my temperature and potential symptoms for 14 days. Nor will I end…
Match Day +1, or How I Learned to Embrace the Ripples of Life-Changing Moments
Yesterday, just shy of noon, I interrupted one of my medical school deans over the virtual Match Day portal my school had set up to announce I’d received an email from the Match: the National Residency Matching Program, our nationwide singular system that places graduates into residency positions. I interrupted as I scrolled through the…
One Week
One week ago Tuesday, with the rationale of an abundance of caution, our Match Day ceremony was cancelled. This past Tuesday, the day after we were notified whether we Matched, I picked up celebratory cookies from my grandmother. She waved to me through the glass of her back door, I shouted my thanks and love…