(Published on MDLinx) After months of long hours and fractured sleep as a resident, followed by a stressful 28-hour call, I sat in the parking lot of the hospital and buried my face in my hands. I was weary to my core--my limbs felt heavy, and my mind was numb. When I finally started the engine, a terrible thought swept through me: I don't really care if I make it home alive.
Laura B. Vater, MD, MPH
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