Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

For the Love of God, Somebody Throw That Man a Life Raft

Finishing up five twelve-and-a-half-hour shifts in seven days in a desperately overwhelmed and understaffed NYC ER.

Been trying to call for help, but it sounds like God left the phone off the hook.

Not getting any younger here, folks, but this dog’s still got some gas in the tank.

Let’s go do this.