Weekends

So I'm far enough along in my residency that I actually have weekends - you know, two days off in a row.

Now, unless you are a medical resident, you don't know why this is a big deal. And even then, perhaps not. Everyone has about four days off per month. But it isn't straightforward. Some residency programs structure the schedule such that the slave - oh, sorry - I mean resident, gets a fabled Golden Weekend once a month. Notice the capital letters. The Golden Weekend is a proper noun because consecutive days off are more precious than gold. Get it? However, the joy of two consecutive days off is weighed against the pain of the occational extended string of days. And those strings are oh so freaking painful. My program frowns upon such excess torture. My program simply gives one day off per week. Which sounds okay, right?

Until you work six days a week, 80 hours a week for a year. Then you get to your second year (Yahoo! Internship is over!) and do it for six out of twelve months.

And now I've reached the haven of my final year of residency. And I have my weekends back.

Mostly.

But damn, I'm having fun with this. I went dancing last night. And I'm going to go to a movie tonight. I even got stuff done today!

I keep on waiting to wake up.

Nobody pinch me - I'll use my one day off next week to find you and kick your sorry ass.