I know it's a children's hospital. I know they play music in the lobby to make it a happy place. But the last thing I want to hear when I'm walking to the ER for a consult at 10pm on a Sunday night is the a chorus of small children's voices piped in through the overhead speakers singing, "Old Grey Mare She Ain't What She Used to Be."
Currently reading: About the appearance of new MS plaques on T1-weighted MRI images with gado. I'm trying to teach myself how to read brain scans, because while all the neuroradiologists went home, the patient and I are still here.
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