Voices from the Housestaff

Heat builds, threateningly, behind your eyes…

There is no time
For patient care.

Admitting Rehab Dx: Ischemic CVA

Give it to us straight.
Prognosis?

We listen for silence.

“Do you want to live like this?”

Her rattle is heard across the hall.

29 y/o: This encounter. Us. This matters…

Why did they feel the need to make unprofessional comments?

It was 4AM, a rapid was called
The patient was stabilized

By some I am thanked. “Thank you for the work you do.” By others, I am condemned.

We tell patients:
-drink water
-exercise
-eat healthy

Took care of your mother.
Heart was broken

I save people every day, but I couldn’t save you.

Death counts rising
No superhero in sight

I remember finding my rhythm in the ER. Most days I am pining for more.

From humble farmland thrust into a world of perils worse than any predator.

30,000 killed,
9,000 children
*swipe*

Polaroids on the walls,
Plush pillows lost in a heap of sheets.

Soft and warm,
Light at the end—an invitation.

Oncology Wards. Christmas Day. I’ve been dreading this for months.

Rich
a flourless chocolate torte

A beautiful boy dies
My eyes don’t cry

Golden eyes open, unseeing
But I know
She knows it’s me.