**all names changed for sake of privacy**
Longtime lurker here without a whole lot of titillating personal experiences myself. But there was this one time…. Always wanted to share here, but never could be bothered to write it all down. I guess we can thank winter weather and airport delays for finally making this happen:
The story takes place during my final year of medical school. For those who aren’t familiar with the American Med School system, typically our first two years are classroom based, the third year consists of vigorous and brutal clinical rotations, and the fourth year, with the exception of a few mandatory rotations, is largely a choose-your-own-adventure story to allow students to prepare for their specific residencies. After getting ¾ of the way through med school, though, you can bet more than a few students use this renewed freedom to live a “normal” life for a bit again, whatever that means.