Second year of residency is definitely tougher than first year. People ask you questions and you're expected to know the answer. People ask you to do things and you're expected to know how to do it.
The trade-off is that yeah, I get to do a lot of stuff, which, for the most part, is fun. (Yeah, I realize that sentence has an overwhelming number of commas.)
However, that trade-off is that when you do a lot of stuff, some stuff is bound to go wrong. And that's the stressful part.
Now I'm scared to do another c-section. I'm sure I will get over this. But either way, it's not a great feeling, to go from doing something that you love so much to being afraid of it. I understand that this is all a part of the training process, learning to deal with complications and surgeries that don't go as planned, but nonetheless, it adds piles upon piles of stress.
I just had to get that off my chest. It's been a tough going, but it will pass soon, I suppose.
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