My first call night was kind to me as I eased back into wards. 7-hours-of-sleep kind, which is almost unreal. Efficient post-call rounds meant I could make it to church, and then have lunch with my family at my aunt's house.
Winter is starting to arrive, as a distinct chill greeted me as I left the hospital today.
And a delightful bumper sticker seen on the back of a small, white Korean car:
I like poetry,
Long walks on the beach,
And poking dead things with a stick.
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