I am alive... I think

I never liked being tired, and in the past have always prioritized sleep over most things in life. Although, now I am starting to realize that I am always tired no mater what, so in the few hours a week I am home, I often find myself cutting into my sleep to do less important things like: go to the bathroom, eat food, peek in at my sleeping children, remind my wife that my name is Brandon and yes I am married to her. Once in a while I even have the audacity to sit down and write a long overdue email rather than sleep after yet another 30 hour sleepless shift, after which I actually was able to go home because I gave up my meal times and any sitting the past 30 hours so that I actually finished answering my 100 pages, 10th trauma response for the night, and 8th post op visit on another services paitents. No, that isn't bitterness you detect, it is sheer love of the fact that I know people respect the honest hard worker job I provide as a intern. They always appreciate that I am working my absolute best and understand when I occasionally make a mistake. And as merciful as my senior residents are, they only blame me for their own mistakes and just plain bad luck 95% of the time. The 5% they actually only lear at me rather than telling me I suck as an intern. Man does it feel good to be loved. I hope everyone else is forming this special relationship with their colleges in medicine. Maybe next time I am delerious enough to forget that there is something called sleep and the 130 hour week rule I will drop another line and give you all great tips on how to let your senior residents understand how incompetant you are and know how to delegate off all of your responsibilities.
Thrilled to ge a "General Surgery Resident",
Brandon