I graduated medical school on a Sunday. On Monday, with the newly earned letters MD adorning the end of my name, I accompanied two friends to their doctor’s appointment at the institution where I trained. These friends happened to have graduated from a neighboring medical school just two days earlier, so as three new 20-some-year-old physicians entered an outpatient appointment, we humored one another by addressing each other only as “Doctor.” I was there primarily for moral support (and to help with directions), but my new professional colleagues were there for the same appointment, at the same time, with the same surgeons.
Kovatch KJ. Graduation Gift. JAMA. 2014;312(13):1301-1302. doi:10.1001/jama.2014.10544