Being a specialist in the modern era means having the hands of a craftsman… and the patience of someone permanently stuck in a software update. I can perform complex reconstruction with sub-millimeter precision. But the moment I try to edit profile details on a digital chart… suddenly I’m operating with boxing gloves on. I navigate high-stakes events in the operating theatre daily, yet somehow get defeated by a screen that refuses to continue because it doesn’t recognize my sleep-deprived face.
I’ve checked every possible toggle, but there’s still no option in notification settings to silence the internal voice reminding me I haven’t seen sunlight in 48 hours. Sometimes I try to sign in to life itself… just to remember what the outside world looks like — a place where the only thing we cut is birthday cake. Anyway, back to the scrub sink… silently hoping for the day hospital technology…
