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Surreal

Residency orientation started on Tuesday, and so far it has been very school-y: sitting in lecture halls, meeting all the other new residents, hearing about benefits and protocols and policies. I've gotten to meet all my fellow family medicine interns, and I think they're all going to be really great. Fletcher Allen seems to be a very friendly place...and judging by the fact that our future landlords (a cardiology fellow and a hospitalist, both at Fletcher Allen) have let Tessie and me stay in their home for the past week and a half (while they are still there!), I think the friendliness is genuine. 


{new ID badge...the baby rattle means that I am
allowed to deliver babies (at least that's what I'm assuming)}

I'm getting a little nervous about Monday, when I'll see my first patients as a "real" doctor in the Emergency Room. It is so surreal to see my new ID badge and to think about introducing myself as "Dr. Dorwart." Yikes! Shwu, the hospitalist half of our landlord couple, reassured me by saying, "Don't worry--no one has very high expectations of the new residents!" (She meant this as a good thing--and I am taking it that way.) The nice thing is that we (the new residents) have been told repeatedly that everyone in the hospital is there to support us as we learn the ropes. Here's hoping!

{yay for low expectations!
from annetaintor.com}
In other news, Chris made it to Burlington today! It's great to have him here and so nice to see him--for the first time since May 27th!


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Location: Burlington, VT, USA

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  1. kjpJune 21, 2013 at 7:48 PM

    Good luck! You'll rock it. You're so smart, genuine and kind. Just the kind of doctor the world needs!

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