Of the dozen or so internal medicine residencies I applied to, the family medicine clinic at William Simmons was by far the most competitive. The hours are so much better than working nights and weekends at the hospital, and with only two slots open each year for just over a thousand applicants, it was a long shot. A pipe dream. A best-case scenario.
And now, as of today, it’s my reality. My very tiring reality.
I’m barely halfway through my first day and am prepping to see my eighth patient. I stifle a yawn as I flip through his medical records. It looks like he’s just here for a standard prescription refill, so it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. Meaning I’ll have fifteen precious minutes to eat lunch before my next patient. My growling stomach rejoices at the thought.
“Dr. Erick
