I lead a surreal existence, I think to myself at 04:45, lying next to MrsRRD, sleeping soundly. Only an hour ago I was asleep too, after a long day at work, and a relaxing(!) evening with the family. And yet, 45 minutes ago I was in a dingy alleyway, cutting across a man's sternum in a vain attempt to save his life after he had been stabbed in a robbery gone so fatally wrong. 5 minutes after that I was holding his heart in my hand, stitching up the wound in the left ventricle, knowing that no amount of surgery was going to save him.
And now, only 30 minutes after I have pronounced life extinct, I am back in bed, chasing sleep once again, knowing that, for now at least, it will be just beyond my reach.