Worst first day of school ever

I've been busy. For a while, I was busy doing this.

Then there was the graduating and the Italy (and the wine and the olive oil and the pasta) and the moving to Providence.

Now I am "orienting" to my new job/role/identity/life. I am practicing saying, "Hi, I'm Dr. G," with a straight face.

Thank goodness I kept my maiden name for the doctor world. One of my co-interns didn't, and she commented that when she introduces herself as "Dr. B" she has no idea who that woman is. At least the "G" bit is familiar to me.

The people here are amazing. I'm so happy with my co-interns and senior residents. Everyone seems really, truly happy here, despite the hours and the stress. I start on Wednesday. Wednesday at 4:30 am. Yeah, I'm not so excited about the hours. But it's pretty great. On Sunday, I shadowed for about 9 hours and delivered a baby for the first time since last September. I like babies.

Today someone asked if they could put a patient on my schedule for staple removal. My schedule? Oh, my clinic schedule. MY CLINIC. I have patients that are going to be mine (they don't know it yet, but they will be). Only easy patients right now (i.e. staple removal...something I've been doing for a couple of years now), but they will be my patients. And I will be their doctor.