I signed out another packed roster of the sickest patients in the building and drove home too tired to talk. I'm good at this, sharp even, but the shifts just churn one into the next. Somewhere in all of it I've gone numb, and I can barely remember the reason I chose medicine in the first place.
More people experience this than they realize.
The relentless churn of shifts has left you competent but depleted and detached from why you chose medicine.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.