Having just completed a painful series of written and practical exams that mark the end of my surgery rotation, I would like to take a moment and reflect on what these last three months have meant to me. The passionate learning. The racing heartbeats in the OR. The patients whos lives I have impacted forever. Curing afflictions with the stroke of a scalpal. Noting the look of joy, happiness, and, dare I say it, freedom evident in patients suddenly free of the burden of their disease. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is so much to look back on, so much to absorb, so much to ponder about the state of the universe as it relates to the slick blade of emancipation, slicing away at the layers of fat, fascia, muscle, and bone to reach their ultimate desti-
Ah, fuck this. I'm getting wasted. Pray for my liver, and I promise I'll have something profound to say soon.