Spending a week around people who are more married to their jobs than their are to their spouses has left me feeling lonely and wary of my career. Four more months of this - four years in the long term. Working and working in order to - what? Work? Seriously?
It's funny. Being out doing "real medicine" is meant to remind you of your reasoning for putting yourself through the awfulness of the first two years of medical school. But right now it just seems like a rat race. Remind me; why am I doing this again?
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