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My day starts just before the morning sky turns pale—energy drink in one hand and stethoscope in the other. With the weight of restless sleep in my eyes, I trudge into the ambulance station for my 12-hour EMT shift, greeted in the usual way by my crewmates smoking around a splintery picnic table: “Morning Seamus, your balls drop yet?!”

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