It was the dead of night, and I was finishing my fifth consecutive shift at the hospital when a neighbor's call left me utterly stunned.
She berated me, "Dr. Scott, could you and your spouse keep it down during your intimate moments? My kids still reside in our home."
"This racket has been ongoing for five nights straight!" She persisted, "When I knock, you both pretend to be absent. Is this deliberate?"
Then she added, "Your wife is immobile, yet you're still intimate? Are you some kind of monster?"
My hand, which had been penning medical notes, suddenly halted, and a chill ran through my body.
Five nights? I hadn't set foot in my house for five days!