The smell of spirit makes you nostalgic.
Eating cold food at 4 PM feels normal.
You’ve mastered the art of smiling through burnout.
And yes — you’ve cried in a washroom more than once (or twice).
You don’t measure time in hours anymore —
It’s pre-rounds, post-rounds, discharge, and deadlines.
The patients don’t always remember your name,
But their stories? They stay with you.
No, this journey isn’t glamorous.
But it’s real.
And if you know,
You really know.