Reflections of an Exhausted Neurosurgeon on Job Hunting | Why I Returned to the Operating Room Anyway
“I might not be able to keep living like this anymore.”
The pager that never stopped ringing. Being on call without knowing when I would be summoned. Even on my days off, I found myself waiting for a call from the hospital somewhere in the back of my mind. Before I knew it, I was living a life where it felt like an invisible pager was embedded in my body for about 330 days a year.
I broke my body. I broke my family. Or, to be precise, I couldn't stop them from breaking.
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