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Can't help myself. Perspective changes as you go through the process. Here are paralleled thoughts from a 4th year applying for residency. And I'm sure they would be different for a resident and attending as well.
1. I stopped measuring time by a normal 40 hour work week. No more. Instead I often start at 6am and am thankful when I get off "early" at 4pm. Thankful for 10 hr work days 6 days a week. I miss the days of studying and creating my own schedule.
2. Weekends don't exist. When they do they are called golden because you have them off. 4th year is full of them as a wonderful vacation prior to intern year.
3. Balance is essential and is established overtime. Its a process. First year is undergrad on steroids and takes adjusting - more efficient studying. Then once thats done second year comes and its ALL new material, new adjustment - even more efficient studying and tying concepts together. Third year is the first true challenge as you have a rigid schedule with little time off and are still expected to study for shelf examinations. Residency is the final test as the time expectations and responsibilities max out. Balance is ESSENTIAL and it is something you must learn for yourself. There is not "waiting for it to be over" - this is your life - learn it now or forever be waiting for the "next thing."
4. That I am still special. If I work hard and most importantly work hard doing the things I love then I will succeed in life. Or more immediately, I will be rewarded with successful application, interviews and match. To be commended for my achievements in medical school still makes me feel special. No being smart won't cut it anymore (but then it never did, there was always more to be done even in undergrad) - do what you love in addition to school and do it well and you will not only enjoy life but will be rewarded for your achievements.
5. I realized how fragile life is. During an OB rotation we admitted a 25yo woman who had lost the 38 week fetus. She was induced to give birth to the stillborn and was recovering in the hospital. Over the next 24 hrs she developed HELLP syndrome, supportive care was provided and she seemed stable. 1 hr after a conversation with a perfectly normal woman who was my own age, she coded. After a 1 hr resuscitation her time of death was declared. I didn't care what grade I got on my OB shelf later that week.
6. I work hard but its the norm now, its amazing how quickly our bodies adjust to strange schedules. Stress is a given, however, you learn ways to cope - this is the rest of your life...you have no other choice. It just gets worse from here on out.
7. P=MD. P also equals the vast majority of specialties (IM, Peds, EM, PM&R, G-surg, FM, Anesthesia, etc. etc. etc). When Honors=10% of the class its easy to accept your pass and enjoy just learning for the sake of learning.
8. There came a point when I realized that next year I will write orders and those orders will be carried out on innocent human beings...its a terrifying thing.
9. I accepted the fact that I will have responsibility over people's deaths. I accepted this fact as not just some abstract nebulous theoretical idea, but as the reality of why I am pushing myself so hard.
10. I realized, surprisingly, how little respect some people outside of medicine have for me. At times its frustrating because I know how much I have put of myself into this "job" and yet patients refuse to take care of themselves or acknowledge their own responsibility for their well-being.