During a particularly bad weekend call during residency, I made a list of all the things that were worse than weekend PM&R call, so I could feel thankful that I no longer had to do them:
1. 30 hour internal medicine calls. Where you're up all night and all your patients are in respiratory distress. And your resident is mean. And even though the call is officially 30 hours and officially you're not supposed to do more than that, the fact is that nobody is holding a gun to your senior resident's head to make sure you go home on time.
2. When I was in second year of med school and I had to take test after test after test. Basically every two weeks. And nothing was cumulative so you could have one bad day and end up failing an entire class. I didn't much like tests in college or high school either.
3. My least favorite subject in med school: metabolism. Memorizing every single step of the Kreb's cycle, all the enzymes, cofactors, etc. All of which was forgotten about an hour after the test. (Which I did pretty terribly on, despite my sacrifice.)
4. My least favorite subject overall: history. I hated history class more than anything, even though I usually did well in it because I'm a nerd. So boring. I really hated writing the papers too. It would hang over my head and I'd totally dread it for weeks before. I still sometimes have nightmares where I have to write a history paper. I especially hated having to go to the library to research the papers (there was no internet back in the olden days and also lions had riches). I was never into that whole library scene. I could never figure out how to find the right books. I guess now I'll never need to know.
5. The just immense amounts of standing that were required during third year of med school. Eight hours in a row was not uncommon. I remember all these tricks I used to use, like sliding my foot out of my shoe for a minute, or shifting my weight from foot to foot. Sometimes my feet would just feel like they were on fire. Sometimes it was so bad on rounds that I'd rest my butt on a sink for like a second just to get some relief.
So basically, I am thankful that I don't have to stay awake 30 hours straight or take a test in the next two weeks or memorize stupid pointless stuff or write a history paper or stand for long periods. Now let's eat turkey.