Yesterday I was busy being overwhelmed and with trying to control my bodily functions. Today I was consumed by feelings of complete inadequacy. Maybe starting residency is like the Kubler-Ross 5 stages of grief. I didn't even have the gonads to confidently introduce myself as a doctor. I subsequently came home and told my brother I don't belong in medicine, I should have done something else, that I will be lucky to make it 6 months into internship before someone calls my bluff and tells me there is are only moth balls between my ears and that I am a square peg in a circles only club.
This is his response: "Stop being so lame. Just do it."
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