My life is currently running on Test Mode (Beta Version: Sleep Not Included), where the primary clinical trial is: how long can a doctor survive on vending machine snacks and misplaced confidence? My Notification Settings are so finely tuned that a pigeon flapping its wings at 5 AM registers as a full-blown code blue. Meanwhile, my brain just hits “Continue Anyway” like a stubborn software update that refuses to acknowledge the system is already crashing.
Basic life activities like grocery shopping or doing laundry now exist in the same category as rare diseases—well-documented in theory, never seen in real life. My weekly timeline is just a cinematic loop of fluorescent lights, half-finished notes, and the lingering aroma of hand sanitizer that has probably replaced my blood type at this point. I genuinely tried to “log out” and function like a normal human yesterday, but halfway…
