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There is a certain tangy sweetness to having a weekend off after having worked for twenty-six days straight. It is a kind of sugary goodness that I now greatly appreciate, but hope never to experience again under these circumstances.
The final days of the stint had a peculiar candy-coat of madness to them. I noticed that I had troubles speaking coherently if the subject matter was not directly medical. A certain tinge of delirium and insanity was present in the off-beat jokes I would make in the morning after a night of call. With a moderate degree of confidence, I can say that the medical students must have all thought I was crazy
Tomorrow is my final day on call for this rotation. I feel slightly bitter, mainly because tomorrow is a public holiday. After Tuesday, I will be taking some holiday time to regain my sanity. Oddly, despite massive patient load on our team (our census is approaching forty patients, on a team intended to manage only twenty), I feel like I will miss the medicine ward. There were still a couple of patients with very interesting and unresolved problems that I was hoping to make a breakthrough on. On the other hand, I think my brain needs a break.
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