There's a first day of school... then comes what most adults dream of -a first day of work (real work; what you went to school for; your trade; your M.O).
This day, infamous as is, was nowhere near in sight for me. I'd simply planned to match into a residency for 3 years, then do a fellowship for another 2-3 years. By the time I was done, I'd be in my early 30s, ready then to pop babies; 3-4 in succession, then who knows maybe get breast lifts, then start living the life!!!
But I soon woke up from this dream. There wasn't going to be a residency. At least, not this year. And sometimes, all it takes is for 1 thing to go "wrong" and nothing else is the same. For everything to change, it only took 1 day!!!
So on my first day of work, I walked into the doctor's lounge, unwrapped my white coat, long like never before. And when I wore it, it was possibly the best feeling I'd felt since 2007 when I matriculated in medical school. I was no longer petrified. No longer insignificant. I was Dr. Tedga, the new GP on the block!!!
And although I knew it'd be a tough start, I had confidence in my training and in my competency. Most of all, I had confidence in my God. Gracious father, it was solely your will for things to unfold the way they have thus far, and I submit completely to your doing. I am afterall, everything you set out for me to be. And for what is yet to come, specialization amongst other things, I put into your hands as well. To God be the glory.
