They found out about me being a doctor. A lass went overboard today and by the time they caught her she was unconscious. The ship doctor hadn't arrived yet and so I had to perform first aid.
She lived.
Now everyone is quiet puzzled and not a little suspicious as to why I should work as a telegraph operator when I have a medical degree.
How do you suppose I should explain to them that losing my wife and infant child to a common head cold qualifies me as the most peculiar doctor in the history of medicine?
I'd rather read romantic telegrams all day than to have to live with the fear of hurting yet another person.
June 27, 1893, aboard The Aurora
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