It was the kind of 12 hour shift that makes me feel like I earned my money, my sleep... and my title.
The kind of shift where every single minute of those 12 hours counts and I leave feeling like someone is crushing my heart because I am so worried about or proud of every one of my patients.
I was walking to the bus stop and saw a box for an Advair inhaler on the sidewalk. There was a name on it, and I stopped to read it out of habit and saw that it was one of "our guys," a patient who had AWOL'd last week.
I didn't bother to see if the inhaler was in the box.
I didn't want to know.