There's no time to eat, there's no time to sleep. But the fact that we aren't in control of any of the decisions that we are to take, personal or otherwise, is the real misdeal. And, there's a rotten hierarchy to maintain.
To do as you've been told, to not use your head past the mechanical chores you have been assigned, and to suffer through every punishment as willingly as the seniors themselves have, just because they deem it fit: the first year of residency so far seems very akin to a communist reformation camp. And it has only been 1.5 out of the 36 months I have to spend at this place.
Some fun facts:
View from the wards.
nota bene: The only reason I get the time to post today after a fortnight is because we were on a strike. All the residents, all over the country, standing in solidarity against the violence done to doctors. While enough will never have been said on the subject, I shall leave it to the more eloquently opined and the less sleep deprived.
Only 34.5 months to go.