One day soon, when I am a Senior Resident, I will look at my poor, tired Intern as she/he sits around on the weekend finishing up notes and say “poor, little, tired Intern, finish your notes then sign out to me and go home”. As an Intern, I now say something to that effect to the Medical Student and I’ll keep saying it as the overnight Senior.
I write this as I sit in the dark, cool call room after my notes are
finished and my patients are tucked away wondering why the heck I am
still here. I miss my family intensely on days like these. Days when all
of my consults have been placed, all of my medication adjustments have
been made with my friends in the Pharmacy, after all of my parents have
been updated. After I have received several cute, cuddly pictures from
my husband or our babysitter of the day. After I have called my mother
to say how tired and lonely I am. After getting lunch with my fellow
Interns (those with work to do) and the cool Seniors who are like “Dude, why are you still
here?” My response, a shake of the head and a sigh. Oh by the way, did I
say that my overnight Senior Resident, the one who I will be signing
out to, the one who wouldn’t let me go home "early," is taking a nap in
the call room?
Okay, okay, okay, I know, let’s look on the bright side.
I am inspired to write a poem:
Oh ye little tired Intern Soul
Set your spirit free once you are safely tucked away at home
Drive away, remove your scrubs, and wash C diff remnants away with real soap
Oh ye tired Intern Spirit
Carry on, far from here, because by this time next year you won’t have hour limitations and you’ll be stuck just like me
Until then, go be free knowing that your patients still have me.