Going, Going...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

                               -- Dylan Thomas

Boy, did the end of this tri sneak up on me. I'm not kidding. I looked up and it was Week 13 and I had to start scrambling to get everything done. Now, here we are in Week 14 and the scrambling continues. It's the end of Tri 8. The End. Of Tri 8. These are the last finals that I have to take for this program. We're all to the point where we're fed up, tired, and so over all of the projects and papers and quizzes and exams and practicals. I've heard talk from a few people about giving up. I really have. It's not out of the realm of comprehension to just throw your hands up in the air, take a different path, and just go quietly into the night. But we won't, because we've come too far and done too much work. We can't quit now. It's just not an option.

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In Doctor-Patient Relationship class today, we were talking about lobbying, the ACA, the ACC, and a few other organizations. We were talking, not just about what we're doing here, but what we're hoping to accomplish -- the bigger picture. We've been tasked with writing down where we want to be in 5 years -- not just what we want to be doing professionally, but personally. I can't imagine what life will be like in 5 years -- where I'll be, what I'll be doing. It seems so far away, and yet I know time will fly (just like this Tri did). I wonder if the face of medicine will change -- whether our scope will change across the board, whether we'll have prescribing rights in more states, or whether we'll continue to be segregated like we have been. A lot can change in 5 years -- 5 years ago my life looked dramatically different. I never thought I'd be where I am now, doing what I'm doing. It's pretty amazing how things can change.

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I know, though, what I'll be doing for the next 9 days: studying. So with that in mind, I'll keep this brief and to the point. Study hard, boys and girls. Get your work done; finish your projects. Check the check boxes and fill in those dots. Share some gratitude and compassion with your classmates and even your instructors. This is the last time we go down this Path.

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As a "going away" for this Tri, I found another little park tucked back somewhere in Gulfport while Grey and I were driving around. Photos in this post courtesy of Grey.

Good luck on exams everyone. Have an amazing and restful break.