I am the last generation of surgeons trained before the work hour restrictions, before anyone cared about “resident well-being”.  So many extraordinary things happened that I started to write them down on scraps of paper, napkins, paper towels, and on floppy disks when I had a minute.  Eventually, I put all those words together in a coherent manner to create my story.  Please join us for a new post every week or two as we follow the journey of one general surgery intern’s rigorous first year of training.