Intern year is still universally hard. Intern year is also universally great.
4:00 p.m. Right on time.
I am walking down the street with my brother on his first visit to me in residency; I’m only two weeks in.
I turn to him: “Wait a second.”
I place my hand on the cement wall next to us, and I start to heave.
“Um … are you OK?”
“Yeah. No worries. My body’s just adjusting.”
I go on to describe how every day at 4 p.m. after a 24-hour …
