I changed the date again.
I feel your raised eyebrow and tsk-tsking head shaking. Don't judge me! I already know I'm a weakling who can't seem to stop working 60 hour weeks and fit in studying! In the month of April I probably worked about 250 hours. It was *insane*. I went for a few days at a time without seeing my son, I passed by my husband as I was either getting up when he was going to sleep, or vice versa, and I didn't leave the hospital for nearly 24 hours at one point. I actually started to hate the hospital, my pager, my email, and my scrubs. When my pager went off last weekend at midnight after already working a 14 hour day, I felt severe hatred towards my beeper tone- I figured that's what hell sounded like. To cap off the month from hell, I will end up working for 48 hours starting in 7 hours. When did I go crazy?!
And I'm not even a med student, much less a resident. I can't imagine how I will feel once I reach my intern year.
Ugh, I feel like a failure sometimes because I can't clear this hurdle. Anyone else out there able to commiserate?
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