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:
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.