Intern: Interns are like babies. Especially surgery interns. We’re fussy all the time, usually because we need to eat or sleep-
Intern’s Husband: And you all should really have diapers.
Intern: Oh, exactly – we have no time to go to the bathroom. There’s a resident right now with pyelonephritis for god’s sake.
Intern’s Husband: Oh, and last week she was post-call and wanted ice cream. So we started walking down the street, and she was so tired she just stopped –
Intern: I had to sit down, right on the curb. I was so tired, it was like this crashing wave of unhappiness – I just cried and cried. Hubby had to walk back and get the car to pick me up and drive us the rest of the way – I couldn’t make it the rest of the block. It was so close, but I just couldn’t physically move anymore.
Me: Wow. I’m so sorry, that sucks. *long pause* I wonder if the psych intern year is like that too.
Intern: Oh – wait, psych? What? You’re ruling out surgery already?