Always something to stress over,

always something to weigh on the mind,

the mind, a fragile piece of equipment

responsible for what holds all the knowledge

needed to give adequate care.

 

I need to do well in this rotation,

What can I do that will make me stand out as the

pillar of knowledge I so desperately try to be.

Oh no, why did I say that?  That was dumb.

Oh well, better luck next time with trying to make a good impression.

But I do read, I say to myself.  As I think about what the upcoming evaluation will say.

Be more aggressive, talk more during rounds, ask more questions, read more.

 

If only they could read my mind and know how long I have worked, prayed and dreamed

about this opportunity.

Tossing and turning with these thoughts, I realize

it’s 7 a.m., time to go do rounds.  Leaving the call room I

remember the words of my

resident the night before.  “This attending is tough.  Make sure

you know everything about

your patient, you want to impress him.”

 

Always something to stress over,

Peace be still.