Tomorrow I get an e-mail to tell me if I matched or not. Not where. Just yes or no.
If yes, my nerves will settle down just a little. If no...well, if no, I plan on just crawling back into bed and crying and maybe or maybe not plan on rejoining the world in the future.
Actually, I won't get to. Because I will be very busy being involved with the infamous "Scramble."
Where poor fourth year medical students who didn't get a residency position fight it out for any remaining open slots across the country. A two day process involving a lot of phone calls, waiting, and further hits on your self esteem.
I really hope that doesn't happen. How terrible to work this hard for this many years and not get a residency position. And possibly end up somewhere you've never heard of and don't know anything about.
Or worse, end up in a different specialty all together. To not be an anesthesiologist, but a family medicine doc or an internist.
Here's to hoping for the best.