My alarm went off at 4am today. This was intentional. It is also insane. I just returned home, a little more than 17 hours later. I'm trying to wrap my mind around the idea that this will be my life for the next year, at least. I'm also quite thankful I didn't select surgery, where this would be my life for the forseeable future.
Only three and one half weeks of neurosurgery left.