I'm about to start residency tomorrow, so I thought it would be a good time to start a blog. Why not take on a new project when I'm about to have less free time than ever before in my life? Right now, I feel like Jesse Spano Caffeine Pill Freakout. Of course I'm excited!! How long have I wanted to be a pediatrician? How badly did I want to match here, so that I can live with my boyfriend of 3 1/2 years? But I am also TERRIFIED.  I'm nervous about the mistakes that I will inevitably make, and the sinking pit-of-my-stomach sensation that I will feel after making those mistakes. I'm nervous about feeling inadequate when I don't know the answer to an attending's question. But, most of all, I'm nervous about the effect that working 80 hours per week will have on my health, sanity, and relationships.  How the heck am I going to make dinner/exercise/do laundry when I hardly have time to shower and sleep? My boyfriend (a second year resident) thinks I'm being dramatic. But sometimes I like to imagine the worst... then I can only be happily surprised.