The problem with being a resident is ... you feel crazy all the time.
You haven't slept in years.
You spend every day around people in massive crisis.
You lose your ability to judge what's normal ... move your crap off the floor before this thing eats it!
O-okay. Okay, okay, okay.
In yourself or anyone else.
And yet people are constantly asking you to tell them how they're doing.
How the hell are you supposed to know?
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