And it's about becoming a doctor.  And so you shouldn't be shielded from the realities of it.  I wouldn't want to be accused to portraying a false picture of reality...

Also, since this is my blog, I can say whatever I want on it.  And, since it's called "Human, MD", I get to be human.  So I'm going to do that.

In the form of a letter.  Because I like speaking in letter form.  No, really, sometimes I speak out loud in letter form.  Usually to people in other cars on the highway, or to God.  But this is not to those folks. 

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Dear program that I ranked first,

I would like to congratulate you on some major accomplishments.  Few people can claim to have accomplished these things, and I think you deserve some recognition. 

First of all, you successfully made me not hungry.  That pretty much takes an act of God.  I'm always hungry.  Well, I always eat.  But not since Thursday afternoon have I really cared much to eat.  Not even the baked cheetos that are sitting on my counter.  Uninterested.  This is really quite remarkable.  Please take note. 

Secondly, you made me cry.  This is generally a feat reserved for dad's on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and people with eye injuries.  And the part of The Lion King where Simba's dad dies, and the part of The Land Before Time (the original...) when Littlefoot's mom dies.  Those are usually just a few tears though.  You successfully moved me passed "I can probably keep these tear from actually falling out of my eyes if I try hard enough" to "I think I'm going to need to go to Target and get another box of tissues and a decongestant".  Congrats for that.  Those who think I'm emotionally elusive will be pleased to know that I'm currently an open emotional book.  Please, ask me a question.  You'll get a great answer.  (PS.  To do that, you have to actually talk to me, and not my friends...)

And finally, you successfully messed up my sleep cycle.  In general, Wyatt and migraines are the only things that can do that.  But last night I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't fall back asleep, and took Benadryl at 2am.  That, my friends, is not cool.  I value my ability to always sleep through the night.  You messed it up.  Yay you. 

So rejoice in the things you have accomplished.  You have a lot to be excited about.  You did, after all, fill faster than you ever have.  I know you're celebrating. 

See you in three years.

Kari

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Okay, so in non-letter form, I should add to this that I really love the program I will be going to.  I flip flopped back and forth between 1 and 2 a lot.  So all the things I talk about it my letter have nothing to do with the program I'm going to, and everything to do with the program I'm not going to.  Which programs are these, you ask?  Number 1 you will never know.  Number 2 you will find out some time in the future.  The future being when I move there.  In May.  I know the anticipation is killing you. 

Until then, I'll return to your normally scheduled programming of gear posts and things I love. 

Stay tuned,
Kari