March 4, 2013


I sleepily kissed my wife good-bye and rolled back over, asleep again before she got out the door. Rounds weren't until 10 am and all but one of my patients had been discharged. That patient would take all of 10 minutes to see so I felt no guilt in sleeping in. I wished I hadn't. I gained an extra hour of sleep but any respite I gained from the slumber was quickly lost as the last dream I had before waking was of my brother's death. On days such as these, it takes an numbed effort to just get through the day. Trying to treat sick people in such a state seems to be a cruel irony.

1 comment:

Abe said...

AS I have said, you have understated the impact that this dream has had upon you. Love Dad