Jeff Libuit has reminded us that tomorrow would be their last day in residency, in his succinct Facebook shout-out which goes “last day na bukas”.
We envy him, and all the residents finishing up tomorrow, because once again they would experience the May 1 Syndrome on December 16, ie, waking up with a start at 7 am only to realize you could wake up at 2pm, or not at all. That you could choose not to take a bath! Or brush your teeth! And you can eat your parents’ food! And not pay anything! And your hand starts to itch to write something, something really long that requires many pages, and then you become happy that you don’t fucking have to! And you remember that there are thousands of pages to read for the upcoming boards, but you tell yourself rightfully that you could give yourself a break, at least for a day! Or two! Or at least until the holiday ends!
Ending residency is surely a sad event, as things would never be the same, and the fantastic stuff we used to take for granted would no longer be there, such as the callroom bed, and responsible batchmates who would asikaso papers that need to be signed and you would only need to sign. Come hellowship everyone would be… running. You would be hard pressed to tell anyone a funny anecdote in full, because everyone’s Amazing-Running to finish at 5pm and by the time you get that leisurely time together after weeks on end, said anecdote is no longer funny. Last year we thought we would all be getting senti and stuff on the last day, but the toxicity of finishing things that needed to be finished, moving out of the callroom, endorsifications, and other stuff turned senti mode into, what else, whining. “HUUUUUUNGH!” Djana and I had whined in the ambulance parking lot as we were eating sushi. But all in all we did get quite senti, specially with the fantastic send-off our junior residents then gave us.
A temporary farewell and congratulations to our graduating IM residents!