On January 21st, the day of the Women’s March on Washington, I was working in the hospital as a resident physician assigned to the weekend shift. In some ways, it was like any other day on call. I rounded on patients in the morning, managed medical issues during the day, and evaluated new patients in the emergency department. But, all day, I had a nagging feeling—I wanted to be marching in the streets. I wanted to hold a sign in my hands, to join in the protests.
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