In the Hospital Break Room, My Trembling Hands and the White Lines on My Fingernails Tell a Story I’m Afraid to Hear

But the question lingers, like a silent alarm I’m hesitant to acknowledge.

My days blur into relentless cycles—early mornings, patient rounds.

Quick meals between calls, endless chart updates.

Outside the hospital, life demands even more.

Family responsibilities, bills, a quiet fear of falling behind.

Two weeks ago, a colleague mentioned her nail issues related to thyroid problems.

That seeded a worry that has been growing ever since.

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