Match Day '007

For three years, every year, Jen and I went over to the Radisson to watch other med students find out the course of their residencies. Every year we watched out classmates and friends celebrate their placement in programs across the country. And every year we would smile, congratulate them, pat them on the back for a job well done, then go get in our cars and curse them for being done already. Match day is kind of like going over to see another couples new car when you can't afford anything near as cool. You are happy for them, but at the same time you envy their situation. So for three years we have watched our predecessors raise their full champagne glasses and scream in inebriated glee that they were finished with med school.

This year, the glass was mine, and it was filled with the best Sprite I have ever tasted.

That's right boys and girls, it was our match day.

Now I am sure most of you already know where we are going. But for those who don't, what kind of writer would I be if I gave up the surprise in the beginning?

For those of you who haven't gone through this process, here is a quick summary of what the Match is. When you come close to graduating med school you start to look for residency spots to continue your training. So you send you applications to different programs across the country. After you interviews are all over, you turn in a rank list, ranking the programs you interviewed at from your 1st choice to the last. The programs also rank the people they interviewed; from the person they want most for their program to the person they want least. Wherever these two list match up, that is where you go for residency. If you don't match up anywhere, you have to "scramble." This means you have to call those programs that have openings and try to slip in. You may not get the program or even the specialty that you want. Scrambling is not the end of the world, but it can be stressful and add delays to finishing your training.

Now, to me, Match Day kind of felt like I was in the NFL draft. You go out and interview these places and there each give your their small and secret Wonderlick type test. You spend the next few weeks worrying about your draft status and whether you will go in the first round or how many other rounds you ranked etc. You act like your own agent, sending all these inside messages to the teams you want to draft you, but in the end you have no control over the matter. You have to play for whoever takes you. Now some people are the like the Eli Mannings of the draft, where they can tell a team "if you draft me I won't sign blah blah blah" cause they are good enough to be in a position of bargaining power.

I was like the strong safety at Alcorn St. No one knew me. I had decent numbers but there weren't great. So there was quite a bit of terror involved for me. But I had some good interviews and I thought things would go ok for me. It would be like me showing up to the combine and running a 4.41. A good number but not mind blowing. (after I wrote this paragraph I thought if I am going to use the SS at Alcorn as an example I should at least give him his props. So for your enjoyment I have included a picture of him missing a tackle. I think this underlines my point. And yes, I clearly have entirely no life whatsoever)

So for the weeks leading up to Match Day I couldn't sleep. My wife had told me over and over again that she would kill me if we had to scramble. I felt I was too young to die, so I worried about getting a spot. There were a lot of people trying to do my specialty this year (anesthesia), so competition was high.

The Monday before the Match is called Black Monday. If you don't match, the school calls you to inform you that you have to scramble. So I was nervous all morning, but when the email came that told me I had matched I finally felt I could relax. It was nice to know we had a spot.

So enough of my yakking, here is how things went

Here we are right before we head to the Match. I had made the NFL draft joke so much that Jen went out and got the whole family custom T-shirts for the occasion and gave them to me for for Valentines day. Admit they are sexy... go on admit it.

One of the best things about Match is seeing all your classmates in one place. For me it had been a few years since I had seen any of these people because we have been spread all over the country thanks to Katrina. As you can see, I only associate myself with the best and the brightest people. What can I say, I have high standards.




This is a kid I haven't seen is 2 years, and we are supposedly in the same class. He has been in Houston in exile. There are no words for how much I hated the city of Houston. So I felt his pain. But at least we both have a reason to be happy now.

So finally the moment came where Dr. Kahn announced it was time to get started, adding a few words encouragement to swell our oversized Dr. heads. We immortalized the moment in video. As added bonus, those of you who have sorely missed Dr. Kahn will get your fix. I will not fall into this category. For a Dean of Students, he seemed horribly uninterested in me as a student. I always felt he was rushing me out the door as fast as possible. Oh well, doesn't matter now I guess.

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After that rousing Intro it was time for me to go and get my envelope. I ran up to the front and came back shaking a little. Look at that picture. Seriously, can you taste the fear? I mean, what other profession does this to people? After all this effort there is some secret match game that determines the rest of your training? Plus you get to go into a quarter mil of debt for the chance to be a part of it. If you don't die of a heat attack from the stress you die in debtor’s prison. Pointing out that I did this voluntarily will only get your teeth knocked out. The job of bringing my attention to my own stupidity is taken by my wife already, but thanks for the application.

So here is it the moment you have all been waiting for...












Here is a video of me actually opening the envelope. Match Day baby, feel the excitement. Feel the energy. Feel the fact that cell phones take crappy video. I sent this to my parents and family as a way to tell them what happened.

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Jen and I are going to Penn State in Hershey PA!!!!



We were very pleased. It was our number 2 choice but not by much. We debated between that and Vanderbilt in Nashville for a long time and Nashville came out on top. But they shut us down so Hershey it is. I liked the program better at Hershey, but Nashville was going to such a nice place to live so we put it first. However, housing is pretty cheap in Hershey, and so are a lot of other things. It will be a great place to live. Plus, there is no awful intern year at Penn State. They break the intern year up between the four years. So I start out doing anesthesia day 1 (something you can't do in any other but 1 program in the country. That program is in Dallas, and Dallas is a near perfect copy of what I picture hell to be. I am not a big fan of Texas in general you may have noticed)

And did I mention no call for the first 6 months!?!?! My classmates were most jealous.

So that's the whole story. We will keep this blog updated with out exploits in scenic Pennsylvania.

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See you all on the road to Pennsylvania.

Relax

Nothing caps off a day like sitting on the couch with a buddy (Liam's cousin Tessa) and knocking back a few cold ones (drinkable yogurts in this case), and watching a little tube (in this case Sesame Street). Look how fixated he is. I am fully convinced you could do a minor surgical procedure on Liam using nothing but Elmo's World for anesthetic.

Tuckered out

If this picture doesn't melt your heart, then I regret to inform you that you officially have no soul. There can be no recovery. You are cursed to an eternity of looking at those posters that Angela puts up in her cubicle on The Office to punish you for your inability to recognize earth shattering cuteness. May you receive mercy in the next life.

PEEEEEEEEESSS

Jen, in an attempt to engender out child with at least attempted manners, has taught him to say please when he wants things. At first it worked great, but it has morphed into Liam's end all word for "I want something RIGHT NOW," and screams it when he has something his little heart desires. However, we have yet to teach him how to put please with exactly what he wants. So a large part of our day is spent hearing please (actually pronounced PEEEEEEAS in LiamSpeak, which I think this picture captures perfectly) and then trying to guess what he is demanding. I think the Vulcan mind meld would be the ultimate parenting tool. It would be so awesome if I could just touch my forehead to his and suddenly understand that he wants to go out and swing. My guess is Vulcan parents never had this problem. I estimate that this post will cost me 2.5 friends who will abandon me for being nerdy enough to include a Star Trek reference in my blog. To them I say Hit the Road Jack, and don't you come back crying to me when the Klingons attack the east coast (which is inevitable, beware).

Napolean Dynamite would be proud

Liam wants to be outside all the time now. Back in February all he wanted to do was go out and play in the snow, and we didn't watch him carefully he would open the back door and go out in his bare feet. So Jen got him these snow stompers to keep him from losing his feet to frostbite. I think they would also be qualified for walking on the moon by the looks of them. They appear to be bulletproof as well, though Jen is reticent to let me test that claim. Women can be so skitish sometimes. (Disclaimer: The above was a joke. Please put down the phone you just picked up to call child services.)

Presents!!!!!

Here is out family opening presents that Liam got for Valentines Day. It was a huge bag from Corinne and Tom filled with Valentines goodies and an enormous pencil. It was a great gift because the pencil is too big to poke Liam's eye out. As I would unfortunately find out sometime later, it was just the right size to poke out mine. I appreciate no one mentioning the eye patch. I am a little self conscious about it. The nice part is that my glass eye looks totally natural. Ah, the wonders of modern science.

Establish Dominance

As part of the festivities, Jen got Liam a heart ballon, which he then beat into submission. You know, you have to establish dominance in a heard like our family, or before you know it a innocent looking ballon will overtake you. You and I may think this not necessary, but Liam understands danger when he sees it. That and of course he is almost two and likes to destroy things. That might have something to do with it.

Baby Toys are a waste of money

Jen wanted me to put up some pictures from Valentine's day and some other random shots of our life. Somehow this site went from the life and times and Jen and I to the Liam show. Since he has morphed into a quasi-celebrity with his own website, I am sure you are all dying to know all the little tidbits of his life (at least we as his parents like to delude ourselves into thinking you do. Everyone thinks he is cute as we do right? Right?). We have spent tons of money on toys for Liam, and yet here is his favorite toy. No, your eyes do not deceive you. That is your run-of-the-mill kitchen funnel. Liam particularly enjoys wearing it as a hat. On the bright side, if you ever need to add oil to an engine, it would come in right handy.