Occasionally, I come across a senior resident or attending who really cracks the whip. Last night on call, I suspect my senior resident was a trained army sergeant. Apparently, no matter how hard you work, no matter that you dedicate 90 hours a week to your job, or that you have spent all your energy and youth on your work today, you are not doing enough. This was the type of senior resident who hounded me the entire night, looked over my shoulder at everything I did. And not only reprimanded my every decision but scorned them.
At one point she demanded to know why I wasn't hungry at 2 am. At this point I became thoroughly confused and wondered where I had gone wrong in life and why I too did not have a pb&j sandwich to voraciously tear apart as she was. I almost apologized for not eating a meal at 2 am.
I think she considered making me do some sort of laps or push ups as punishment, I could see the wheels of torture turning in her mind.
Finally, in the morning I was turned over to my regular senior resident; who i had previously regarded as being a big sheep dog herding little scared sheep interns. I now see my own resident in an entirely new forgiving light. At least she is capable of smiling and kindness and has a beating heart in her chest. I also suspect the night resident is made of titanium and has secret weapons concealed upon her robotic self.
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