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It was 4PM. I snapped awake at the desk, looking around quickly to see if anyone had noticed my moment of weakness.
No one was watching.
Relieved, I continued to dictate the patient’s discharge summary. As words tumbled from my lips, I realized they were not making any kind of sense. I stopped the recording and replayed what I had just said.
A bunch of gibberish.
I tried again, rewinding back further. Still gibberish.
Fully awake now, heart racing, I trashed the whole dictation and started over again, jotting down a quick outline so my brain would not get lost.
My whole body ached from the fatigue. All I wanted was a bed. Nice cool sheets. A fluffy pillow. Maybe a soft blanket or two. Darkness would be nice but was not critical.
Then my pen started to laugh at me.
Was that a dream or a hallucination? After…
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