Bonus 02

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"I don't think I can stand another minute with my eyes open." Travis whined as he sank into one of the on-call room beds.

I yawned in response, bringing my hair up in a ponytail. "We still have two hours to go, Trav." And the sentence alone made me want to rip my eyes out. "The rest will probably be wondering where we are and plan our murder for hiding."

"If that can get me to sleep, then bring it on." I laughed -or at least tried to- at my friend's dark sense of humor.

"Come on, let's get back."

And off we went. First semester into internship was probably one of the craziest experiences in my life. Patients, interns, residents, attendings, headmasters of different healthcare areas, physicians, nurses, cases, the emergency room, surgeries, ambulances. It was all a bit too much of information to process, and yet it was magnificent. I thought that given the fact of me already having experiences with hospitals, surgeries, labs and researches, the dive into internship would somehow be easy. Boy, I was wrong.

Nothing had prepared me to the number of hours that I had to be awake, and I do not mean awake as in being conscious and aware of your surroundings, but as in being completely functional. Not a single person had either warned me about the rollercoaster of emotions working in a hospital implied. Most of the times, those feelings were good, satisfactory. Watching someone get in the ER or just for a consult and have them leaving carefree and ready to face the world. What fulfilled me the most was to know that I could get to help those people, and sometimes, helping didn't even involve scientific knowledge at all. Sometimes, all someone needs is to be heard. The body-mind connection was so powerful, that the thought alone of someone undergoing through an unrecognizable stress can produce major effects on your system. And as a physician, going in for a consult might mean just having a full, understanding and loving conversation with the patient. They would step into the room, complaining about high heartrates or pressure against their chest, and all they'd need to relieve it would be a simple 'what's going on in your life?'

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