a young trainee drops by my room to chat. tomorrow's my last working day in this hospital! she tells me. she ends her residency soon, all three years of it. the exam's next, she says. then perhaps a baby. have a baby! i tell her. it's the physiological thing to do. have several of them!
not really, she says. babies are expensive, and she tells me how. i can pooh her concerns and say, girl, you make your own rules and your own budget. but then i realize that perhaps in my time things were simpler and truly cheaper.
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