Being an intern.
The bottom of the food chain, as you would have it -- we're prey to everyone above. A slave, sometimes feels like it's the worst of them all. Calls from seniors dumping work on us, questions from patients trying to point a finger at us; it's all too overwhelming. There's a time when we suddenly realise that we took up this profession to serve patients, but now it feels like this is a game of doctors vs. patients...
But there is one recurrent occurrence that brings out the sun during those times; a kind patient asking, "have you eaten at least?"
The hospital is a lovely place if you're not sick, unbiased and simple. No patient cares about who you are, what you look like or whether you're popular. They care if you care about them, and that's a pretty straightforward job to do.

Being a woman.
At the end of the day, no one can take away the raw sexuality that the world runs on. It's frustrating when a female intern is subjected to chivalry from a male patient. Every male feels the need to be the provider, but so does every doctor.
"In spite of being a lady, you've done so much for me. Let me get you something cool to drink." -- such a statement does not make me blush with happiness. It's an insult that inspite of all I'm capable of, I'm still "a lady" to him.
But it's not always a negative thing, to be a woman. Like when I inserted a Foley's catheter into a man's penis and retained urine was finally evacuated from his bladder. He chose to thank me with the words, "you're like more than a mother." I found no words to reply to such an honour.