It's a stormy night and you are quietly looking over orders in the ED, minding your own business, and suddenly from bay 4 you hear a little girl sing-song:
It's raining,
It's pouring,
The old man is snoring--
He bumped his head,
Went to bed,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Which your sleep deprived/call-riddled brain helpfully hears as:
Cat 1, 83yo. M, GCS 7, traumatic head injury, depressed respiratory status, found unresponsive at home in AM, IW ETA 45 ground, Trauma Doc to see.
And just like that, you just medically analyzed a piece of your childhood to death.
