Big Bad Fellow

That's how two of my friends have, individually, referred to me in recent days. One is a fellow herself. The other soon will be. It's a different sort of feeling, mostly because you realize that people see you as a "specialist" and you have no idea what you're doing.

Thank goodness for Attendings.

So, I had two days of orientation, harmless enough. Oh, except that I got lost traveling up to a hospital affectionately known as The View. I took another expressway up there, and it threw me off. So, here I am, a big bad fellow, about to cry because I've just passed my exit, I'm about to be late to orientation, and I have no idea when the next turn around is going to come. Rest easy, it all turned out OK.

Then, I had a day of on-the-job training. The old fellow, and residency classmate of mine, helped me learn the ropes. He's rounding this week, then I officially take the reigns on Monday. He'll be there Monday to make sure I don't make a complete debacle out of things, and then the job is mine.

Let the games begin.