Last night I was on call with a resident. She told me she
had a dream in which she was evaluating a woman in OB triage when all of a
sudden the patient’s baby came out without any warning.
Here is the sort of dream I have.
I am running through a maze of doors, under a dark sky with
trees. Several rabid deer are chasing me. The doors are crumbling, so when I
close them behind me the deer can still get through. Finally, a room seems
safe, and there is a piñata. I stand next to it and it breaks open and millions
of tiny chainsaws fall out.
The good news is neither of those things happened last night.
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