I'm making it. I'm actually done with my first rotation as of tomorrow at noon. Sadly, my second rotation starts tomorrow at 6 p.m.
As with anything, there's the good with the bad.
-the hours: doing this in 14-27 hour shifts is not ideal. If I could do this in 12 hour shifts, my life would be good.
-being an intern: we are the bottom of the totem pole, which means we do the unpleasant stuff (post-partum rounds at 5am, "foreign body removal," responding to the call line).
-never being rested.
-never having enough time at home.
-the beauty of 4:45 am light, driving over the river with the skyline on one side and the bay on the other.
-the people who are in this with me.
-a husband who is really taking care of me.
-patients who remember me and ask for me by name.
-being there for the patients, in the good and bad moments.
-and, of course, guiding the slimy, squirmy new lives into the world.
The good really does win out in the end.