In hindsight
And now, I can actually breathe. For a while, at least. 
Everything happened in a rush: graduation from Med School, reviewing for the Med Boards, taking and passing the Boards (praise God!), taking my oath (“to consecrate my life to the service of humanity…”) and wearing a white coat for the first time. A certain thrill and humbling pride (believe me, there is such a thing) comes with introducing yourself to a patient, now with the conviction of your title and the promise that comes with it.
