So I finally got a weekend off after two weeks of postings and night duties. Texted him: “Let’s meet! I’m free!”
He goes: “Sorry, I made other plans… you’re always busy.”
Me, staring at Robbins and my lab coat: “I’m not busy, I’m just in a toxic relationship with medicine.”
Now I spend date nights with Guyton, and my love language is: “I remembered to eat today.”