Today is my birthday. Not balloons. Not candles. Not a âhappy birthdayâ from people who know me.
Just fluorescent lights⌠a hallway that never sleeps⌠and a pager that keeps pulling me back.
Iâm a doctor. I spend my days holding hands through fear, delivering hope in the worst moments, telling families âwe did everything we could.â Iâve celebrated strangersâ miracles⌠and sat with strangersâ grief.
But tonight⌠when the shift ends⌠Iâm alone.
So if youâre reading thisâplease remember: Behind the scrubs is a human being who gets tired⌠who feels⌠who also needs kindness.
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