Lakeside
This time last year I was spending most of my time sitting by the lake in Mandeville, Louisiana, as I was on rotation down there and did not know a single soul. My clinic was small, my church was small, the town was small, and no one was interested in making new friends. The most friendship-type interaction I had was seeing the same people at Orange Theory week after week. No one probably really knew or will ever know how rough that rotation was except for Trish, the other girl in my class that was there at the time, or the two girls that started their rotation there after us and were unable to finish. My patience was tried, my clinical skills, judgement and knowledge were confused more than I ever thought they would be, and my inner moral compass was on high alert for twelve weeks straight. That being said, I learned a LOT about myself in 12 weeks living alone, managing a caseload for the first time, and moving to a brand new city knowing no one 17 hours away from home. One o...