The it in the title not referring to me, per se, but to life. As in my life. Sadly, not the lives of my patients. Or, rather, to a slower drum. And then to an even slower drum. And then...it tapers further. Tapers to off.
How can I dare to complain?
I don't know, but I still do. Good God, I suppose I should have figured that I was a
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