Oh, hello there.
I've been a bad, bad blogger.
(a bit self-deprecating and trite, but that about sums it up.)
Hmm... how to explain this in a succinct way without boring you to tears? There's really no better way to describe the past five months---holy heck, five?!---other than to say the following:
- Applying to residencies is an arduous process for all parties involved.
- It's also a life-consuming process.
- It's also very personal.
- We made it through.
What's that? I could have blogged about other things, you say? To be sure, that might have been an option. But to omit such a large part of what was happening in our lives would have felt entirely inauthentic to me, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
But here I am, ready to take another crack at this blogging thing, as Dr. D and I find ourselves on the cusp of transition once again. I know I would kick myself down the line if I didn't document this pivotal time, so here we go.
That, and I realized the internet has been entirely Jdog-deficient as of late. So here's to that:
Okay, moving on.
Today, dear Internet, was "Yes or No Day" (hereafter referred to as YON Day---just roll with it) in the world of fourth year medical students. Today was the day that fourth years were informed whether or not they have successfully matched into a residency program. Mind you, this is not Match Day. As you can see by the rapidly dwindling countdown, Match Day is this Friday. YON Day (roll with it, I say!) is kind of like your mean older sibling who would find an awesome toy on the taller shelf in the store and then would say "WANNA SEE IT?!" as they held it juuuust out of your reach while evoking the technicality that you were, in actuality, seeing it and would lord it over you until Mom eventually made them hand it to you.
Match Day is Mom. YON Day is your jerk of a sibling.
In the spirit of positivity, Dr. D and I had taken to calling YON Day just straight-up "Yes Day." It worked, because he matched! And also he's awesome, so that might have been a contributing factor.
So, on to Friday. On to mimosas and elation and tears and bittersweetness and celebration. On to our future.