Last night seemed like any other nights on call – 5 admissions, 2 event notes for acute chest pain and a BP of 60/D, checking blood gases for someone desatting, and the usual “need Tylenol STAT” page. Except this was not just any call night – it was my last night as a medicine intern. We celebrated our swan song, so to speak, with cake, pastries, and sparkling cider in the house officer’s lounge at midnight. This morning, our residency director put a discharge sticker on my white coat before I signed out my list for the last time, passing the torch to the next poor bastard taking over the service. There was a great sense of relief as I joined the post-call crew for brunch this afternoon. Our evening concluded with Melody’s graduation from fellowship at ye olde Harvard Club, marking the end of another chapter in our academic careers. Now before residency starts on July 1st, we’ve decided to spend our week off recuperating – with food, sleep, and relaxation.