Let Her Home

“I'm sorry, darling, that I missed your text; I've had 14 admissions overnight.” “Lucky and then some! Are the residents showing some pluck and helping in the fight?” “You know I find such metaphors distasteful; it's not a war; there are no enemies (except our charting software, which is h ateful), just casualties of motiveless disease.” “No pensions, then, for widowers, I gather? The kids and I are going to be miffed if night rounds do you in.” “Sorry–I'd rather continue this but must complete my shift.” “Come home. I'll pin a medal on your scrubs.” “Hilarious. Just feed me breakfast, Hubs.”
Source: JAMA - Journal of the American Medical Association - Category: General Medicine Source Type: research