Today's been a day of firsts:
*my first time scrubbing into multiple consecutive surgeries, 3 to be exact.
*my first time using a scalpel on living human flesh. Gross anatomy was the first time I had cut into other types of human flesh.
*my first patient died, as in a patient I had followed from the very beginning of her hospital course to the very end.
Driving home I kept thinking about a comment a friend made to me when I started med school: "Keep a journal because medical school will change you. You'll want to look back and see how." It is days like today when I realize how very right she was.