on call

The problem is that I really do work 80 hours each week. That does not leave much time for other life things. It's really kind of crazy if you think about it. I mean, why? It makes you reassess frequently, i.e., do I really want to do this with my life? You have to sort of look into the future and remember your endpoint.
That said, I think I pretty much always ask myself that question - in college, in med school, now. I don't have a good back up plan if the answer ever turns out to be "no - I don't want to do this with my life."
And then the irony is that other people sort of admire you - they think being a doctor must be really cool. It is cool. I got to sew up a woman's leg at midnight last night. I'd sewn up a guy's nose earlier in the evening. That is fun. I like it when it looks pretty at the end.
alright no more complaining. I've got a pretty sweet gig. Just don't forget about me. I miss you guys.