let's try this again.

One of my fond aspirations was to chronicle my life in medical school via blog. I believe my last entry was precisely the weekend after orientation, and today is in fact the half-way point of the semester: week 10. Honestly, it doesn't seem like that many weeks or even days have transpired. This is now Life as We Know It and it's so full of learning and experiencing that I'm afraid it's going to be over all too soon.

Sure, it's really hard, and some days I feel like crying, and some days I do cry a few tears of frustration/agony/stress/despair...but those are brief moments of haze in a world otherwise naked in clarity. I love medical school, I love learning, and I wouldn't trade it for a thousand hours of peaceful rest.

The hardest part is the occasional mental block I throw up for myself. I can get lost in anxiety as I stare up from the rock bottom at an insurmountable mountain of information that demands I learn it all, but taunts me that I never will. Occasionally the mountain lifts up and crushes me with every ounce of cruelty it has. Those are the dark hours that make time move interminably, but inexorably. Usually though, I can ignore the mountain, and trudge resolutely onward. I'm OK, I promise.

There is so very much to catch up on, but it will have to be done one blurb at a time. Histology is beckoning.