Holland M. Kaplan ~
I'm sitting in the ICU team room, staring at the computer, trying to look like I'm writing a note. But my head is pounding.
As an internal-medicine resident doing my first month of residency, I've found the ICU of the bustling county hospital a jarring place to start my training. Although I'd anticipated the clinical challenge of caring for very ill ICU patients, I was unprepared for the emotional burden of having to deliver devastating, life-altering news to them and to their family members.
Faint yells emerge from Room 7. They have an almost rhythmic quality: "Ahhh!"…(three seconds)…"Ahhh!"…(three seconds)…"Ahhh!"
It's Ms. Burton. I've just gotten back from checking on her, but I plod back again.
Laurice Gilbert ~
4th January 1986 / opened the journal and wrote the first entry:
swapped completely from mercury to digital thermometer
basal body temperature: a colorful set of graphs that each invests
3 months with footnotes, asterisks and inexplicable numbers
Reading: Birth Without Violence / The Paper Midwife
A Guide to Responsible Home Birth
21st January / passed my Distance Learning exam in Horticulture
Human Biology next perhaps / forgot to take my temperature
Ingrid Forsberg ~
It's 10:00 am on a Monday in June. I'm the nurse practitioner on duty in a convenience care clinic housed in a corner drugstore in urban Chicago.
Sunlight is pouring through the huge storefront windows when my first patient of the day walks in. He's in his late twenties, muscular, crew-cut. He looks like someone who's used to being in charge.
Right now, though, he looks anxious. He's pale, with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes scan the store, looking for something.
I know immediately that he's looking for me.