I never expected to be a patient

As a surgical resident nearing my final year of training, I loved to operate. Whenever I was on call in the trauma unit at our large urban teaching hospital in Washington, DC, I’d yearn for my pager to go off. I was always tired, too — but for a surgical resident, fatigue is a given. Sleep and eat when you can, get your work done and operate like a madwoman: That was my life. It felt like a high-adrenaline thrill ride, and I was enjoying every swoop and turn. I never expected that, while racing towards the final exhilarating peak of my training, I would become a patient myself. Ironically, it happened right after the most memorable surgery of my trauma rotation. Continue reading ....

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