card by Retrospect.
It’s not an easy subject to talk about. Some people simply cannot or will not do it at all. But it’s on my mind, so I will. Death. I have encountered it twice recently, and it felt strange. Strange, because I encounter it so often at my job (hospital), but for some reason, it is affecting me differently now. I don’t know why. The unknown 41-year-old was a sad case. Brain dead. Organ donor. I had to help in his care, and I couldn’t help but think strange thoughts to myself. Had he shaved carefully that morning? Did he eat a good breakfast? What happened? It sends a cold shiver down me. And the person my friends and I all knew of; that was quite a shock. Car accident. Dead on scene. Was someone waiting for him at home? What appointments did he have the next day? Again, what happened?
Something inside has jolted me out of a complacency. That is a good thing, because when people die and it doesn’t have much of an effect, that bothers me. Have I been in healthcare too long? No, I love it, and it’s all I really know. I suppose someone knew that I needed to wake up and smell the coffee: life is precious, but life can also be short. Love it, live it, enjoy and appreciate it. Every minute.
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