I've been avoiding this for so long. It's strange how a person can become so still, how their eyes have this vague opaque haze, how that unusual silence on the other end of the stethoscope means you hear your own breath and wonder momentarily if it's their's, how the quiet pulsations of your own fingertips transmit up and make you wonder if their heart is actually still beating. Disconcerting. I wanted to run away. I didn't. I came away thinking of kids in war zones and famines. I hit google looking for solace and guidance. I found an article in the BMJ.
I don't want to do it again. But I know I will. I know I will eventually get used to it. I don't know whether that's a good thing.
And so life continues...
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