This past week, I realized that I hadn’t spent a day alone for nine weeks and was just feeling quite burdened with the stress of rotations, graduation planning, and post-graduation planning, and simply just needed a day to myself. Most of the time on the Sabbath, I like to spend time going to synagogue and conversing with friends, and though this last Sabbath, it would have been more than fine to do so, I decided to stay in my apartment and take a day to myself. I needed to sleep and just take some time to be with me, myself, and I. It was not meant to be a selfish desire to just be alone. It was just that a string of long nights and early mornings in the large animal hospital, though manageable in the short term, led me to feel chronic exhaustion, and I was longing for intervention in the form of sleep and quietude.
It was just what the doctor ordered. That day, I woke up late, chatted with my roommate for a bit, read a book (for pleasure!), and got some vitamin D on a run, something that had been lacking for several months in what was a brutal winter. During the glorious run in the sunshine, I thought about how lucky I was for all the wonderful people in my life and the patients I have come to know. It is funny how from moment to moment in interacting with friends, family, and coworkers, I do not necessarily think about how important they are in my life. Once I willfully decide to spend a day alone do I truly realize their impact on me.