It was well past 11:00 pm, and once again my head began to nod, and the words on the page began to blur. Struggling, I tried to refocus on the long paragraph about measuring methylmalonic acid levels in the diagnosis of B12 deficiency, but it was just no good. Then, inspiration struck."Fight through the fatigue," I mumbled to myself. Those were the words that 7-foot tall sports announcer Bill Walton, of basketball fame, had said the other night on national television. To win the championship, I had to focus and fight through the fatigue, I tried again. "FIGHT THROUGH THE FATIGUE!" I bellowed at my wife, an internist, who had long since given up on her studying; but in response to my mad machismo, she simply turned over and went to sleep. I, on the other hand, grandly pumped my fist in the air, and read like a fiend for another hour on the niceties of hematology.
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