http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/776099
There is nothing normal about being a physician, or training to become one.
On the second day of medical school, I cut open a dead man's body. Soon thereafter, I found myself in the lab many times over, pulling various body parts out of drawers and staring at them for hours. Alone. Sometimes until midnight.
I have stood in a trauma operating room, wearing a gown splattered with a dying person's blood. I have seen, heard, and smelled things I never thought could come from the human body. I have stuck tubes and needles into other people's flesh. I have put a gloved finger into someone else's rectum more times than I care to count.
It's just. Not. Normal.