It's rare these days to find a first person account of a doctor's practice without a whole lot of philosophical fluff and filler on how things used to be, so Weir's novel was refreshing in that way. Judging by the prologue, this book was actually a vital part of her training in that she extended her residency by a year in order to keep from going out of her mind and used the downtime to write and have an outlet to the frustrations she'd been feeling to that point. Weir is blunt in saying that she hated her training, not because she had a change of heart while constantly surrounded by sick and dying kids, but because she battled complete exhaustion 100% of the time and didn't feel like she was giving the children her best. Her experience was not unique though, and given that this book was based on training in the early 2000s, I feel it is likely an accurate portrayal of programs across the nation.
In terms of the structure of the book, most patients and experiences are summarized in one section and do not reappear later on, though some of her chronically ill patients return to the hospital and others get recalled when Weir encounters a similar situation and explains how learning from the first patient helped her to treat the next one better. What I didn't get from the book was a delineation of her years of training. Late in the book, she mentions supervising others who were in the same year of training as she was at the beginning of the book, but the book wasn't broken into Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, etc. Therefore, I was never entirely sure what the 'expectations' referred to in the book title were of Weiar at any given time. Other than the chapter where she writes of supervising the next generation of physicians, including one who isn't pulling her weight, and a later one where she travels to Africa to work in a clinic, I generally felt that Weir's role in treating her patients didn't evolve throughout the book. She alluded to finding zebras, yet in most cases, she was just following plans of care for patients already diagnosed, and wasn't doing much diagnosing herself.
Overall, I enjoyed the book, I was just left wanting a little more. She wrote of her time in the NICU, the Peds ICU, the cancer ward, and the chronic care service but again, those were all places where she largely inherited a group of patients and just tried to keep them alive until she passed them off to the next resident. Sure, writing about working in a clinic diagnosing colds, asthma attacks, diaper rash, etc would make for a boring book, but including work she did with acutely ill patients instead of the chronically ill would have added the variety I think was missing until her work in the African clinic at the end of the book.