Seeing the Light at the End of the Tunnel

Hopefully, it isn't a train.  Between parenthood and the demands of being a physician in the waning days of my residency, it's difficult at best to keep up with writing and impossible for me to post as frequently as I'd like.  In due time, however, I'll post regularly.

Wait, It's February?

Unbelievably, it's February.  I'm on the downhill side of my black weekend (where you are on call on a Saturday and need to work post-call on Sunday) and am looking forward to having a day off on Saturday, two more days of work and then 24 hours off! I've been at it for two straight months; first, on an internal medicine service and, now, on an inpatient family medicine service. Up at 4:30, in by 5:45, rounding by 7:30, home in the late PM. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Day. After day. After. Day. Sick patients in, get them better, they come back. Rewarded for efficient work with more work.  

Again, my main advice is never do heroin.  And don't have the shitty misfortune to have a severe mental illness because you'll be marginalized to the edges of society, fail to make good decisions about your health care, will fail to consistently take your medication, will be victim to your mental illness which will lead you ultimately to heroin which, once more, you should never, ever, ever do.

I. Am. So. Tired.

Speaking of not doing heroin:  PSH, RIP.  My money has it that last words were "I'm a *** idiot."