During my first few months as a newly minted primary care physician, I spent many weeknight evenings negotiating with myself. The negotiation was always the same. If I close three more notes, I’ve done enough to go home for dinner. Enough to have earned it.
I knew, while making the deal, that “enough” was a fiction, because after dinner I’d open the laptop again and work until the work was done, …
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