Last night I dreamed I was taking a patient's blood pressure with a stethoscope made of bread

I'm in the ER and the cuff is a baguette, warm and slightly stale, and every time I squeeze it the patient keeps asking if the bread is gluten-free. I'm nodding and telling him it's fine, it's just for the reading, and the monitor is beeping in the rhythm of a toaster. I woke up half-smiling and half-concerned about my career choices.