Ready To Plant Roots

I've had a rough last couple of weeks.
There's been the senioritis (when will I ever NOT be presenting every patient?).
And then there's been the crisis of confidence (OMG - what am I going to do when I can't present every patient? How on Earth will I ever pass boards?)
And of course, the homesickness. I miss everything that is familiar: my dog, my couch, the meals CJ makes, my gym...
And then there is the homesickness I have for Seattle (my parents, my sister, my crazy friends whom I love dearly, driving over the floating bridge on a sunny day).
And finally, there is the stress of graduating (getting my licensing crap together, finding a job, writing a cover letter, wondering if I'll have to work at Starbucks to supplement myself while I FIND a job).
And let's not talk about money. Seriously. Denial is my coping tool there.

But...as much as I want to VENT, I know I can't COMPLAIN, because every single one of my classmates is going through the same thing at the moment. So, I'm sending out a big hug to all of you. This too shall pass....eventually. Until it does...I recommend drinking (aids in the denial).

On the plus side, I love family practice. It's totally my niche. Also, I still love my preceptor, her family and the rest of the people I've met here in SD. I would adopt my preceptor's 9 year-old daughter if I could, and the MA in the office has set up a whole girls night out this weekend as a going away party. Plus I get to tool around with Andrea on the weekends, so all in all, its been a good experience here.

Next up is Legacy, which I've been dreading, but Kitty has been enjoying herself apparently, and my dad got me all excited by reminding me how much I liked ER - so I'm more open to it now. I just wish that rotation came with an automatic prescription for Provigil. Oh, and an email back from the preceptor would eventually be nice.

Jen