A knock on the door and eyes return mine.
Where do I stand?
What do I say?
A sigh of relief exits my mouth
As the attending follows me in
He greets the patients with ease and introduces me.
I extend an anxious greeting and cannot help but think:
I will fill this role soon.
Every fifteen minutes – a new patient
Yet with each patient, I struggle to focus on their eyes
And not on the wound
Behind the layers of gauze was muscle, was bone
But not blood.
For it was the lack of blood causing the wound’s refusal to heal
Secondary intention – nature trying to heal
The day began with rushed introductions
Followed by rushing from patient room to patient room
Cortisol increasing in interns, increasing in residents
I looked for answers
But was left with mere promises to explain
Later. Later.
But time did not allow for explaining
Thank God for the internet
If only we could just stop time
Megen's Musings 