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Just want to pass on a good luck to all of my intern colleagues, getting ready for our upcoming first night of call (and to the few of us that have already started, yikes)!
I am starting on July 1, and pretty freaked out about the whole thing...it is what we have worked so hard to achieve over the years, and I am looking forward to it as well, but my god! I can't even get used to everyone calling me Dr. pruritis_ani yet! And they expect me to know something???
Anyhow, wanted to share a nice passage that I read many years ago. Enjoy and good luck!
I am starting on July 1, and pretty freaked out about the whole thing...it is what we have worked so hard to achieve over the years, and I am looking forward to it as well, but my god! I can't even get used to everyone calling me Dr. pruritis_ani yet! And they expect me to know something???
Anyhow, wanted to share a nice passage that I read many years ago. Enjoy and good luck!
Tomorrow you are an intern. You will work both night and day. You will be tired, I know, and I dont want any more of that kind of tired. An intern, like a poet, is at the disposal of his night. The more one drinks of the night, the more one thirsts for the light of day. This is as true for the doctor as it is for the insomniac. Still, there is something to be said for working at night in the hospital. The external glare of daytime is gone, and one is permeated by a wave of darkness. Now the ritual of healing is more naturally practiced. For so many years I have been patrolling these night corridors with the lamplight creeping just ahead from room to room, illuminating wounds that are faces, faces that are wounds. As though I were a sentry pacing out the border between home and a wild country. You must remember when you are tired and it is late at night, when the patients ask if you are a real doctor or an intern, that it is night when most people make love. It is night that dismantles the barricade to the heart.