Libby Zion Law
I remember my first time and I shivered with anticipation.
A kindly matron showed me the tiny bed and told me with a wink that I probably would not get much sleep that night. It was an old bed and had seen a lot of use by a lot of people, but it would be special for me this night.
She was right – I was only able to steal a couple of hours of sleep. But it was what happened when I wasn’t sleeping – and my colleagues congratulated me and cheered me on. Read more on Sleepy Doctors — An Unnecessary Danger…