so, it's almost done. everyone has been congratulating me today for getting through this year. like it's some great accomplishment, like i did something more worthwhile than running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
truthfully, i'll be glad when tomorrow morning comes and i can sign out the ward to the new crop of interns, all bright-eyed and trepidatious (if that's even a word). but i have no real sense of accomplishment about it. i've just been barely keeping my head above water. if that's an accomplishment or giant feat of strength, well, then i guess congratulations are in order.
frankly, i'm just exhausted and numb. everyone says second year is better. is it better or are you just used to feeling this way?
i am the runner up for the black cloud award (an award given to that lucky resident who has the worst call nights). my chief said i would have won it outright, except the girl who won it was graduating and i had 2 more years to achieve that particular honor. my goal for my pl-2 year is to win the white cloud award. my fortune is bound to change. here's to quiet nights (knock on wood)...