Third year is really starting to get to me. I’m tired all the time. I am irritable and snappish. My diet consists of the following: bagels with cream cheese, coffee, and red velvet cake. My first week, I worked 98 hours in 7 days (I don’t get a single weekend off this month), excluding studying and reading up at home; stopped counting after that. I don’t mind the long hours in themselves — I probably worked almost as much on neurology — but on this rotation, the patients don’t want students, the attendings don’t want students, the residents tolerate students only as scutmonkeys.
Mid-point feedback was a couple of days ago, but I heeded the advice of upperclassmen who told me that the course director wants ego-stroking, not feedback. So I put on my biggest, fakest smile and said “Oh, yes, Dr. R., I’m having a great time on this rotation. It’s challenging but everyone’s so interested in teaching and I’ve learned a lot, especially in clinic.”
I felt dirty but showered afterwards and ate more red velvet cake.