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That Tuesday still haunts me - rushing between Mrs. Alvarez's insulin crisis and Mr. Peterson's missed dialysis transport, my phone buzzing with three carer no-shows while an ambulance siren wailed outside. Sweat pooled under my collar as I juggled call logs and crumpled schedules, the metallic taste of panic sharp on my tongue. Paper charts slid off my dashboard like betrayal, each fallen sheet screaming another life-threatening gap. This wasn't care coordination; it was triage in a warzone whe

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Thirty pairs of soaking Converse squeaked across the Termini station floor as I counted heads for the third time. Marco's insulin pump alarm pierced the humid air while Sofia sobbed over her waterlogged sketchbook - casualties of Rome's biblical downpour that canceled our Colosseum tour. My paper itinerary dissolved into blue pulp in my hands, the ink bleeding like my confidence. That damp panic tasted metallic, like licking a battery. Forty-eight hours into leading middle schoolers through hist

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