And so I'm home. And I'm post-call. And that was the last call I ever have to take.
I still remember my first call, the night I first saw a baby born. It was so exciting. And then it became painful. And then it just made me mad, and tired, and unhealthy. And it's over. And I never have to do it again, I hope.
So now I have to go into work on Monday. And turn in my ID and a self-addressed, stamped envelope for my last paycheck (how's THAT for an insult?). Do my last clinic. And...

It's over. I'm done.
I'm a
real, friggin' physician. I made it!