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A little Usher through the headphones to tune out the sibling fights over toys (already!) while I work up the motivation to get moving this morning. I woke up at around 4 a.m. to the sound of Kim throwing up, then I talked with Jack for a few minutes before he reluctantly crawled out of our warm bed to go out into the cold and head to work very early this morning. I read my book and tried to go back to sleep but couldn't so I'm dragging a bit.
Things have been mellow and quiet lately and it feels a bit strange. I spent this past summer working part-time, sweating over the OSCE's, slogging through my IMPP modules, and trying to get our lives in order for me to go to Ontario for at least three months. Then it was nearly three months in Toronto, cramming my brain full of information, being homesick, traveling back and forth, and sweating over more exams and OSCE's. Now I'm back home as though someone slammed on the brakes. I'm doing laundry, making meals, having coffee with my friends, and sleeping in my own bed and the last 6 months feel a bit surreal. Even though I know that I'm starting my clerkship in a week, it feels as though I put myself through all of that and .... now what? It's hard to really believe that I will be finishing this; I'll do my clerkship, finish the IMPP, write the CMRE and get a job as a Registered Midwife.
Last night my departure felt like a long way off but this morning I suddenly feel the pressure of getting everything ready for me to go! I'm still having trouble arranging childcare, I need to pack and get moved into my Aunt's house in the city, and finish reviewing and making notes in my little pocket reference book. And let's not forget that it's a month until Christmas.
It may not be all smooth and pretty, but I know it'll all work out somehow. Right?
Things have been mellow and quiet lately and it feels a bit strange. I spent this past summer working part-time, sweating over the OSCE's, slogging through my IMPP modules, and trying to get our lives in order for me to go to Ontario for at least three months. Then it was nearly three months in Toronto, cramming my brain full of information, being homesick, traveling back and forth, and sweating over more exams and OSCE's. Now I'm back home as though someone slammed on the brakes. I'm doing laundry, making meals, having coffee with my friends, and sleeping in my own bed and the last 6 months feel a bit surreal. Even though I know that I'm starting my clerkship in a week, it feels as though I put myself through all of that and .... now what? It's hard to really believe that I will be finishing this; I'll do my clerkship, finish the IMPP, write the CMRE and get a job as a Registered Midwife.
Last night my departure felt like a long way off but this morning I suddenly feel the pressure of getting everything ready for me to go! I'm still having trouble arranging childcare, I need to pack and get moved into my Aunt's house in the city, and finish reviewing and making notes in my little pocket reference book. And let's not forget that it's a month until Christmas.
It may not be all smooth and pretty, but I know it'll all work out somehow. Right?