September 19th, 2005

House by the river

Not enough sleep.

Came home after an houra nd a half of sleep on-call, after dazedly working through the day, struggling to help a man who has never before wanted to help himself.
Perhaps forty days in the hospital and a 3-day stint at home before coming right back in have scared him to the straight and narrow.

I only know that he's getting his Duragesic patches and thinks I'm wonderful.

That's more than I can say for the man who came into town for the Big Game and is now in our coronary care unit, the one I get to go see tomorrow and tell with finality that he has stage IV adenocarcinoma of the lung.
And let's get you back home, with your wife and children. We're doing only the things we need to to get him a diagnosis and make him safe to travel home. He is a nice man. That means he'll go quickly says my staff. The nice ones always do.
Morbid humor.

I got home late. Taking my contacts out, I was sure I saw blood dripping down the walls.
I think I will sleep more.
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