I have climbed the mountain twice before. Now I am 10 years older, questionably 10 years wiser, most certainly 10 years grayer, and I must do it yet again.I have the dubious honor of being in the third class to have to recertify every 10 years for internal medicine. If ever I wanted to complain, I have restrained myself, for my older brother was part of the first class to have to recertify. Not only that, but he was a member of the last class not to benefit from the limitation on housestaff work hours in New York State. So as the last of the old guard, he finished his residency with a flourish of 36-hour calls. In honor of my first recertification in 2003, this august journal published my essay entitled, "That Championship Season." Now I am deep within the throes of my second recertification effort. I have found that repeating the championship in some ways is even more daunting the second time around.
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