Monday, 18 January 2010
I know what happens to you. I've seen it. I know what you look like when you drive too fast and hit another car, or spin out of control into the central reservation. I know what happens when you get hit by a bottle, or get stabbed in the chest. I've cut you out of car wrecks, watched you fall from a second floor window. I've cannulated you, I've tubed you, I've even opened your chest and held your barely-beating heart in my hand. I've saved your life, and I've watched you die. You are my patients, and while you owe your life to me, I owe mine to you.