Happy Match Day

Congrats to everyone.

Go party. Drink. Have fun.

Back when I matched, UAB surgery had over 100% divorces rate (someone got married again and divorced again) Anyway a guy in my class matched there and his wife started balling.
Another guy had been a PA in the VA for years so he had seniority for which military base, he matched in Hawaii and wife was thrilled.
Always a spectrum of emotions

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Back when I matched, UAB surgery had over 100% divorces rate (someone got married again and divorced again) Anyway a guy in my class matched there and his wife started balling.

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Damn

How are they doing these days?

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How many years removed from this are you

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Eight

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were you happily or sadly drunk?

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I went to my first choice, but I was conflicted. I was dating a classmate. We debated going to the same program vs doing what we each wanted which necessitated living a few hours apart. My decision actually came down to about the hour that rank lists were due. I decided I should go to the program/specialty she wanted.

We were skiing at Lake Tahoe (rather poorly, I may add) and had sat down for some hot cider at an outdoor bar up in the mountains. She looked at me and said, “we need to get you back to change your rank list, don’t we?” We took the lift down the mountain and the bus back to the hotel to get a computer and service (mobile browsers weren’t supported at the time- unsure about now). I distinctly remember having a poor internet connection in the room and almost giving up. But I did it- I changed my list so that I’d move away from her and practice a different specialty than her. We were married three years later.



But as for the day itself:
I knew where I was going when I submitted the list. Either place I ranked first had me high enough on their list that I was in the driver’s seat. They weren’t Harvard, Mayo Clinic, or Hopkins, but they were damn strong programs, and I liked them both. i still joke about going back into residency for a lifetime- there’s so much to learn and so many great places to do it, politics mentioned in this thread aside. Besides, there are way too many sick people to help and way too few qualified primary folks to do it.

I got my envelope in the last 5-10 (we randomly drew names out of a hat and all put a few bucks in a hat for the last guy who got his envelope). I knew what it was. Our party was a beer-laden crawfish boil. My parents and her parents were both there as well as her grandparents. Her grandfather, being a bald man, wore a napkin on his head while he ate his crawfish. Her grandmother, for reasons we still don’t understand, followed suit. We still laugh about it to this day. My classmates and I all had push pins with our names that we put at our programs on a large map of the US. I learned a couple classmates were coming with me. One was a good buddy at the time. One is one of my best friends today, but I barely knew him then.

After the old folks left, my now wife and a few close friends went to one of our favorite little uptown NOLA bars. I got a call from my 2nd choice asking where I was going and what happened (it’s the place my wife went, so I’m still in touch).



Overall, a pretty solid day. Probably the most fun I’ve had in life was the time between Match Day and graduation.

You got me and my iPhone typing skills
Crying, however you describe it