A million versions of this post exist in my head; there's actually an earlier draft somewhere in my unpublished posts that I'll probably take and morph into something else later on. But right now, it's 3 a.m. and I'm sitting in front of my anatomy work, trying to convince myself I've got more to give. I probably do. I'm young, and the years are so very short. I went back to my commonplace book to add a note I've been keeping in my stethoscope case, and got stopped in my tracks by another thing I wrote in there a lifetime...