When a doctor becomes a patient

Sometimes my work day ends not when I leave the department, but when I sit down on the couch, close my eyes and understand: I am no longer a doctor, I am just a woman who wants warmth.
Recently, tired after a night shift, I ordered a pizza and arranged for myself a “day without worries”. And suddenly - a call from a patient whom I saved a couple of weeks ago. He just called to say “thank you”.
And you know, at that moment I realized: sometimes simple words heal better than an IV.
And when was the last time you said “thank you”?