<p>Can anyone else believe that it's December and almost Christmas time? I sure can't. This year has flown by, and it's been full of challenges, decisions, and changes. </p>
<p>During this calendar year, I:</p>
<ul>
<li>finished interviewing for residency</li>
<li>made a match list</li>
<li>matched!</li>
<li>graduated medical school</li>
<li>moved to a new city</li>
<li>started residency!</li>
</ul>
<p>In addition, I:
- realized that with my current financial goals, there is no way I can make more than interest only payments on medical school loans totaling well over $100k
- have come to love the new city I now call home
- discovered that yes, I can work on 4 hours of sleep a night
- learned that putting in an 80+ hour work week sucks</p>
<p>Looking back on everything that's happened this year, I think that the most important advice I can give to any pre-medical student is, well, a line out of the first and third Bourne trilogy films: "Look at what they make us give." Don't get me wrong - I love what I do. I love my program and the people I've met. I love the city that I'll be calling home for at least the next five years. My medical school prepared me to be an intern, but I'm not sure I really understood everything I'd sacrifice for what I feel is my calling in life.</p>
<p>As a medical student, I was taking on debt as a close friend of mine started her career in at a NYC hedge fund. I can't tell you how often I envied her salary, her annual bonus, and all her leisure time. The person I'd wanted to marry decided to end our relationship, due in part to the demands medical school placed on my time and attention. I won't lie and say that I don't look back on this without feeling some regret. My grandmother's health deteriorated and my family would call me to ask what I thought of her situation as she lay in the ICU. They expected me to act as a medical consultant on a patient 400 miles away.</p>
<p>Residency is far better than medical school, but if the highs are higher, the lows are lower, too. Moving to a new city was stressful and expensive. I've never been this tired for so long before - in fact, I've nearly gotten into several car accidents because I was drowsy on the drive home from work. The crap from which I was insulated as a medical student now falls right on top of my head as the intern sitting at the bottom of the totem pole. </p>
<p>More than ever, I realize that every day, I am waking up and choosing to go to work. It's absolutely a conscious decision on my part. Some of the bad stuff about internship is just temporary, but some of it's also the nature of the career I chose for myself. Knowing everything that I know now, I'd still make all the decisions that I did. The debt, the failed relationship, the move, the fatigue, and the stress don't outweigh the joy I get from what I do, but despite the experience of my clinical rotations and observing the residents and attendings, I don't think I fully understood what it would all mean to live it on a day-to-day basis. </p>
<p>So, if you're a pre-med, take a close look at the doctors you shadow or volunteer with. Look closely at what they do, but also what they've sacrificed for the privilege of doing what they do. Don't let yourself fall into the trap of thinking that you have to be a doctor because of the prestige or the familial expectations or the glamor. Make it a conscious decision made because of your passion for medicine and patients, because when you're trudging through hour 81 of the week, scratching out the 17th consult of the day, or passing up the chance to hang out with your friends because you're on call, the letters "MD" after your name won't seem worthwhile unless that drive comes from who you are as a person. </p>
<p>I'm truly starting to understand what it is they make me give for the privilege of clinical training. It's a bargain I can live with.</p>