A psychiatrist’s attempt to stop burnout

I don’t want to go back. Starting at 6 a.m., the intern entered the hospital with coffee from the bodega down the street, anxious about the patients that were admitted to the ward the previous evening.

I deserve it. At 8 a.m., he had already rounded on his nine patients, one of which was an angry male with dementia who spewed expletives at any healthcare provider that dared cross his path. …

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