Exhausted. Aching. Hungry. Slightly delirious.
Mile twenty-four of a marathon? Or hour twenty-four of a twenty-eight-hour shift?
I am a resident. I am a runner. I am also a rather tired human since, as I type these words, I’m both post-call and post-run. However, this post-call/run state of body and mind is one I have learned to love and embrace during this residency whirlwind.
I’m not myself unless I’m wearing scrubs or running clothes. …