Season by season
I worked over 100+ hours this past week.
And I’ll likely work 100+ more this and the next.
That is the terrifying reality of where we live in medicine - no one would want to submit themselves to this, and many people couldn’t - although you’d be surprised what you can live with when you have to.
The battle between taking care of your patients and taking care of yourself - the frustration of how every single minute thing is your responsibility, on you and your character.
Part of me is angry and terrified of the weight on my shoulders, but the other part of me knows I am being bred into something great, and that I am just not there yet - that that’s okay. A fellow intern and I were joking about how it can be so awful that all you can think about is getting through this one consult, or this one H&P, or this one admission... One task at a time, one day at a time, one week, one month. And sooner or later (hopefully the former for our sakes), what seems impossible is actually done.
It's insane to think I am in my last 3 weeks of intern year. This journey has been made up of seasons and small steady steps that add up to a culmination of everything I've learned into everything I am becoming.
Trying not to dig up in doubt what I planted in faith -
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