I have been spending most of my waking hours at the hospital for the last two weeks, as my (patient, kind, generous) husband can attest to. The way residency works, I often have periods of time where I work nearly eighty hours a week, and these past couple of weeks has been one of them. July is also the month when new first-year residents start their training after graduating from medical school, so much of my time has been spent teaching new doctors. In some ways, it's a simple life of wake up, go to work, come home, sleep, repeat. Of course, with that kind of intensity, I always find it hard to turn my mind off when I come home, and there were nights where I woke up several times from dreams of being late to work, patients dying, and other things gone wrong.
