The new neurology senior resident comes into the room, and you've never laid eyes on him before. He takes your coat off the chair you've been sitting in for half an hour, and says "that's my chair."
He then proceeds to dress you down (in front of everybody) over a note you wrote five days ago on a patient he has yet to lay eyes on (yet he can't even tell you the patient's name). Yeah, it's a real pleasure to meet you. I can't wait to work with you...jerk.
The First Day of Residency was...overwhelming. I was ten minutes late thanks to what is normally a 35 minute ride taking an hour. I felt so bad. The director and the program coordinator both called and emailed me though. I got my full schedule (start on neurology), and then got what seems like eighty-four volumes of the encyclopedia thrown at me. After a while I felt like Charlie Brown: "wamp wamp wamp wamp wamp wamp wamp wamp wamp." Right...I'll totally commit that forty-seven step process to memory by the time I need it in three days time. Heaven help me. It was also quite hot in that room, and I felt queasy the entire day. Then I get home and I feel all achey, like I'm getting sick. Grand. So I went to bed before 8pm. Two weeks prior I hadn't even been getting home until 10pm, so it was a weird change. It's exciting, more than a little unnerving, but I am looking forward to the coming weeks!