I feel a winter's pall and it's June. Sunshine all around - just not when I'm outside these doors. Fluorescent sun is all I get of rays, the happy mural of families outside the only trees, the only laughter. For me, I'm not burned out as much as I'm "stuck in": this building, the long hallways, the constantly rotating parade of illnesses - each with its season. Yet, I don't have a season, but I have many. For me, it is hospital beige and gray season, information overload season, if-I-get-one-more-ridiculous-consult season - all in a day or even a few minutes - yet my view never changes. No fall color change, no spring bulbs or summer bloom - just the gray of winter all year round.
- Lexington, KY
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