Sometimes residency looks like a little plastic tree perched on a computer tower in a hospital workroom that glows and changes colors to the strains of instrumental holiday music, bringing a little cheer to an overnight shift.
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Editor's Note: Back in the same workroom two and a half weeks later, I again felt the need to sacrifice innumberable bleach wipes to my desire not to contract acute gastroenteritis from the counter or keyboard.
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