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Another one of these nights

Sounds like a song, one of those crazy lonely nights. I enjoyed the prom and yes it was my first time. It took me close to fifty years to get to one. There must be hope for us all.
The night is part of a double shift with no clear sense of what the morning will be like. My primary specialist sounded awfully tired. But then again it was the middle of the night. She says wait until 9am. That will be at 18 hours for me with no clear sense as to whether the person coming on knows what to do. I will put my patience face on and be laid back. What good does it do to worry?