I remember the day I fell in love. I was standing in the CCU rounds at the infamous Brigham and Women's Hospital in Boston, having stayed up all night to do five admissions and running on only an hour and half of sleep and four cups of coffee. Maybe it was the delirium from the lack of sleep and dehydration or the thrill of having placed an arterial line all by myself. Whatever it was, I remember it was divine. I felt as if I was floating.
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