Home again, home again. Jiggedy jigg.

I am done my month of Peds Anesthesia at the Alberta Children's Hospital. I had a very good time, and I feel like I learned a lot. It is, however, great to be back in the land where people know and trust me, rush hour takes minutes, and it is cold and flat. God bless Saskatchewan!! I missed this place.

I spent my day pretending that I was Jurgen's housewife - cleaning, doing laudry, grocery shopping, and finally cooking dinner. I could get used to that, but I think it would get old after awhile.

I still am plagued by the same fear that I am sure all residents at my stage are plagued with - Can I do this by myself when I am done? I see Jurgen, tired and sick, working so hard. He tells me about the cases that he is doing and I often think, "Holy crap! What would I have done?" Sometimes I just don't know. I would like to think that when it came down to it, I would know, but it scares me nonetheless. I guess that is why they say that this year is all about cases. Do more, see more, so that when you are on your own you will at least have seen it once before.

I am looking forward to the day when I am comfortable with what I do. I am looking forward to the day when the biggest worry will be what time I will get home to make supper for my family. I am looking forward to the day when my life is no longer "on hold".