After raging against the machines all day - the fax, the desktops, the new leg circulation testing thingy - and getting blurry-eyed arguing with insurance companies, software techs, Cox cable guys, balancing the business end, somehow morphing into a fake Type A to get through the days, playing coach on the sidelines, fetching water, making sure Dr. Everythingwillbealright eats a little something, patting him on the behind as he heads into the next flagged exam room - doling out extra "you're doing great, keep up the good work, and hang in there 'cuz the team needs you" on a long, long, long Tuesday, sometimes it's easy to forget why we're there. Then the last patient of the day says Thank you for saving my life.
Suddenly it all makes sense.
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