Another Bites the Dust

Yesterday marked the final day of my sixth rotation. I bid farewell to the hospital I've been roaming in since November. It is a potential residency site, so perhaps goodbye wasn't forever. Although the beginning of my week started off quite comical, the end of the week was more somber. My bare-ass patient remained his spunk self, even offering to show me his bruised genitals. I passed. My other patients were quite ill and in no mood for comedy. It was quite sad. My preceptor has been MIA for hours at a time these past two weeks, and yesterday I found out why. He has canceled all other rotations, denied to be an advisor for practicum projects, and closed his Coumadin clinic indefinitely on Fridays. Needless to say, he's been away with reason. My evaluation was on level with previous ones. It included phrase like, "Quite frankly the best student I've ever had" and "Highly recommend her for any residency position she desires." I was flattered, as always - as well as humble. Every rotation I complete, I find myself loving pharmacy more and more (which is definitely a good thing). I was unsure if a residency would put me on the correct path; but now 6 rotations and several interviews later, I'm sure of it. Next week I can submit my selections, and I already have the list made up. I finally feel set in my future.