Estoy luchando.

Unknown to me, my attending snapped a couple pictures today in the trauma bay.  What struck me about the picture is how horrible I look.  A couple hours later, when I had finally tied up my service and was passing by the trauma bay to pick up my jacket that I had shed in preparation for that previous trauma, my co-resident told me to go home and get some sleep. "I look that bad, huh?" Too polite to tell me I looked awful, he instead just slightly nodded yes.

We're gonna be just fine!
Much love!