Chapter 11

I made the introductions, and we ordered a pitcher of beer, half a dozen appetizers, and a monster-sized platter of mixed sliders to share.

Brandon set up the game while we waited for our food.

Isaac turned to Wes. “Mike mentioned you’re starting your residency on Monday. Do you know what kind of schedule you’re going to have?

“Not specifically,” Wes replied. “I’ll find out at orientation on Monday. I know it’ll be long hours, though.”

“But there are rules, aren’t there?” Brandon asked. “To keep them from working you to death?”

Wes nodded. “That’s the ACGME guidelines. I’ll be limited to eighty hours per week, but that’s averaged over four weeks. One day off in seven, also averaged over four weeks. That kind of thing.”

“Wow.” My shoulders sagged. I’d hardly ever see him. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d be using much of your time off to sleep.” In the past, I would have considered that schedule ideal for a roommate. Now, not so much.