My childhood dreams consisted of stone castles made only out of turrets and colorful fluttering flags, me flying high above them, over moats and green pastures filled with white specks of sheep. Once I finished college and the yearlong marches through physics, chemistry, biology, and math, these dreams stopped. Then, as new doctors, we were warned that medical training would flatten us. The learning curve was relentless, akin to drinking from a fire hydrant or the fattening of ducks to make foie gras. I’d never tasted foie gras before nor did I want to be a duck, so the open fire hydrant
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