as residency whines along i become more and more disengaged. i have frozen yogurt delivered. i have three day headaches. i wear sweatpants. i lack compassion. i desire sleep, a doorman, and more chihuahuas. mattie must come home. i sense devastation all around me and i experience nothing. i complete tasks and i repeat. i am anesthetized. i am unprepared. i am guilty.
but…my fears are falsehoods and i am privileged. i recall the bone marrow at ad hoc and find reason to toddle forward.
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