I'd love to tell you that the lives of medical interns are as exciting as those of the ones on Grey's Anatomy or whichever sitcom is your poison of choice. But that would hardly be true.
It's more or less a lot of routine drudgery. As interns, you have minimal responsibility. You have to do the work no one else wants to do, or rather, the work no one else has the time to do.
Some days you don't have a moment to breathe and you spend the entire day running around. Other days there's barely any work and you spend most of your shift hoping you were literally anywhere else in the entire world.
As a newbie you prefer the mindless tedium. Every Emergency patient needs an I.V inserted and every I.V insertion is a herculean task that fills you with anxiety. But practice makes perfect, after a few days you get the hang of it and you wonder why you were ever scared of a simple I.V as you casually fix your 100th one of the day while stifling a yawn.
Your nervous walk turns into a strut. You brag about how many patients you dealt with. You want those action packed shifts because they make time go faster. You feel good, you feel confident. That is, until you realise that this internship has done nothing to prepare you for being an actual practicing doctor.