Post-call

There's something about working 28 hours, crashing for 12, and then taking an early lunch with teammates to enjoy a hot bowl of Pho. Time drips by, living hour by hour. I'm going to look back 5 years from now laughing at how I excited I got as the scrub nurse handed me sutures to assist the upper level at 3am. Those 5 stitches felt pretty incredible. Mom, I'm thinking about becoming a surgeon.