Has begun.
All day long, I kept thinking: One week from now. One week from now. On a plane to Peru. I don't think I'm going on vacation so much as I think I am escaping my current situation.
I don't mean to make it sounds all bad, but the past 2 weeks have just fucking sucked. I can't even sugar coat it for myself, let alone for you. Every 4th night for the past 2 months I have been on call. I have not worked less than 90 hours a week the past month.
I don't recall the last time I cooked an actual meal (I live off of oatmeal, yoghurt, cottage cheese, fruit, and a ton of fucking coffee!). I haven't written a proper email in months. Sometimes I can't even remember what I did 2 days ago.
I knew this was going to be the worst part of this year. I knew that 2 months of back-to-back call, let alone pediatrics in the busy season, was going to be tough. What has made this unbelievably tough was the recent death of my closest friend in residency. And that fucking sucks!
One more week...
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