“Normal People Don’t Work This Hard…”

23 Months And 5 Days — But Who’s Counting?

This is the sentence one of my best friends and co-workers comforted me with last night.

I had spent an entire shift — all ten plus hours — in the company of a surgeon I have mentally labeled “The Dementor”. Their very presence, attitude, and level of neediness sucks the life force out of everyone in the operating room. By the time I got home, every cell in every muscle I owned ached. I had the…