I have quiet time on call and I cannot bring myself to sleep. I feel like a zombie.
Sitting in the deafening silence of the call lounge with nothing but my thoughts to occupy me, I wait. My phone has yet to buzz with the tease of a new consult. My mind races about tomorrow’s match results.
Did I make the right choices? Will I match? What will happen if I do not?
Tonight will be the longest call shift of my life.
A thorough physical exam was deferred as patient was noncooperative and threatened to spit and defecate on me.