It’s 3:30 am and I’m finally going home. I’ve spent more time in the hospital during my 48 hours on call than I have out of it. I’ve spent way more time with the neurosurgical registrar called Simon than I have with my husband Simon. Hell, I’ve spent more time with the general surgeon, also called Simon, than my husband. Not a good weekend for fostering marital harmony.
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