The first half of 2017 was fun, more or less.
Except that one time when I was on call and had to resuscitate a patient.
But it was a simpler life: wake up late at night so you'd get to the hospital early in the morning, work, get back, shower, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat.
In June I managed to convince my professor to let me fuck off to my home-town hospital for two rotations.
I learnt a lot, well, more than I would've at the uni hospital anyway.
The other months are unremarkable, in September I officially entered my second year of medical residency (only three more to go, yay), but in November the big plot twist of 2017 caught me, or rather, our family by surprise and fucked me-us up.
But I am still going, managing. This is not an ending, I keep repeating like a mantra.
Here's hoping 2018 will be gentler or at least with better news.