Rotations

As I sit in my operatory, waiting for my last patient in Martinsville, VA, I get a rush of adrenaline. I notice that this happens at the end of every rotation I have-a sense of finality, that this is one less hurdle I have to accomplish until I graduate. The list of rotations and requirements seemed endless at the beginning of the school year, but now it's down to the wire.

I'll probably never come back here again, to this clinic. Nor to Saltville, Lynchburg, Northern Neck, or anywhere else I've rotated through. I say that not in a "good riddance" type of way, but it's the reality. I've never been good at closure, even for the most fleeting experiences. 

Goodbye, Martinsville! Onto the next.