The gift we keep giving: How medicine demands everything—even our holidays
What’s the least glamorous thing you’ve ever done as a physician on a holiday?
Let me start.
One year, I spent Christmas Day in the library.
Not sipping cocoa. Not gathered with family in matching pyjamas. Not basking in the warmth of laughter or the gentle hush of snowfall outside a glowing window.
I was alone. In a silent room. Under sterile fluorescent lighting.
And I wasn’t escaping into fiction—I was studying for board exams, …