Match Day

So a short update on yesterday since I didn't write anything. I didn't write anything because I was having fun, so it's a good excuse. The hospital was okay. We learned a little about the oncology services at Kenyatta Hospital, but it wasn't a very busy day.

liquid libations

After rotations, Erin and I chillaxed for a minute at the hostel, then headed out to Nakumatt Junction to see some of the better off areas of Nairobi. There is a decent number of Westerns there, and the mall area is pretty nice. We walked around for a bit, then got some liquid libations at the market before heading to a nearby restaurant I had heard of for dinner and drinks.

We sit down on the terrace area in the cool breeze and order a beer each. We then got two beers each served to us. Neither of us questioned it for fear of them being taken back! But I finally asked, and they have a 2-4-1 special until 7pm. WIN! Since it was like 5 minutes until 7, I ordered another round. We drink our beer, eat our potato chips, and the soft pretzel I ordered, taking in some comforts of home. We have some awesome food, keep drinking our beers. I ordered two shots for dessert. Little did we know they would be flaming shots! How awesome!

We grab a cab back home and settle in for the night. Nothing major.

match day

Then today beings. It's Match Day. For those unaware, it's the day all applicants to pharmacy residencies across America find out where they will be going for the next year. Basically, quite a career defining day. We head off to the hospital for our routine business. Round with the pediatric oncology team in the morning, then do very little in the afternoon. Our preceptor let us leave by 2:45 to be back at our hostel by 3 for Match Day.

We arrive a little early. And the sitting and staring at the computer begins. We're just checking out the interwebs looking around waiting for an email. Right at 4pm, I get an email from the Match service. I don't really believe it's the results. But I open it without hesitation. It is the actual Match email! It reads:

Congratulations! You've been matched to:

NEW YORK - PRESBYTERIAN HOSPITAL.

Could not be more excited! I got an email shortly after from the director with a welcome and a few notes about getting licensed. I really don't want to even think about getting licensed, but I need to do it sooner than later.

We'll be at the beach Friday also! What a better way to celebrate?!