Earlier this fall, I got to go shopping. Not that I haven't been shopping in the past year, but this was different. I was finally going to get some new underwear.
Sometimes being a medical student means finding joy in the little things (no pun intended). After having spent most of my time as a third year getting up at 4 or 5am, getting home at 6 or 7pm, and then getting up to do it all again 6 days per week, the few days I had off I found myself doing one of two things: sitting on the couch and watching TV, or sitting on the couch and watching streaming TV on the internet.
Seriously, though, sometimes it felt hard enough to find the time and energy to pay my bills on time that as long as I had functional underwear, it didn't seem like a priority.
I was wrong.
Now that I have underwear that actually fits properly, I feel like a new woman. It has helped my posture, overall comfort, and attitude. Try standing in an OR for 6 hours, retracting (i.e. being the person who holds/lifts everything out of the operative field), with a bra strap that keeps slipping down your shoulder, but you can't actually do anything about it because you are sterile and can't touch anything that isn't sterile, too. In retrospect, it really distracts from the whole "learning" thing.
Also in retrospect, I can't believe I am so proud for accomplishing something that most people dread as a holiday gift from their mothers.
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