![]() He’ll regret not seeing her in her last moments or being there for his brother. My gut says she’s already gone, and that he should not be here. “They’re doing that thing to her,” he wheezes, “the one with those paddles, and the shocks.” The clipboard disappears as I hold his shoulder and silently attempt to comfort a man twice my age. Suddenly, I forget myself and my petty mood. Before I fully register that “not well” has nothing to do with his laboured breathing, he’s sobbing. He’d received a text before I came in his mother was found pulseless on the floor by his panicked brother, and first responders were now attempting to resuscitate her. Words gush forth between his rapid breaths. The dispenser purrs and proudly delivers precisely too much sanitizer, and I wipe, knock and enter. I could have gone home early if he had been a little later. ![]() So, when the nurse leads my patient in, I’m disappointed. My increasingly reclusive soul was dragged here to fulfill a requirement. When I’m asked what fields I’m interested in, the true answer has become “none.” No, I don’t want to be here at this clinic. A year of digital lectures and the spectre of high-stakes exams has sucked all the joy out of learning now, each day is only about my comfort and my career. I am now the centre of my own tiny universe in the midst of the pandemic. ![]() I stare at the clock, resenting each minute wasted.
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