My hand fell asleep on the couch and I spent four honest minutes deciding whether it was ulnar or median. It was the couch. Four of these. Every one of them has happened. SEND this to the one person who is all of them. My hand fell asleep on the couch and I spent four honest minutes deciding whether it was ulnar or median. It was the couch. Ulnar or median. Four minutes. On a couch. This is what seventeen years does to a person. Hour fifteen. I have been looking at the same sodium for a full minute. It is 138. There is nothing wrong with it. I am just resting my eyes on a number that cannot hurt me. Hour fifteen and the only safe place on the screen is a normal lab. My niece took her first steps tonight. Wide base. High guard. Beautifully ataxic. I said "gorgeous" out loud and everyone assumed I meant it emotionally. I did. I also meant it the other way. First steps. Wide base, arms up, and a gait I would chart on anybody else. Book club picked a six-hundred-page novel. I read four hundred pages today. None of them had a plot. Two of them were the same page. Chart review is reading. Nobody counts it as reading. Copy-forward documentation means a long admission genuinely does contain the same paragraph several times, which is why the record grows without the story advancing. Send this to whoever keeps asking why you never finish a book.