Philosophy/Thoughts
I use to work in a hospital. Emergency room registration—name, insurance, next of kin. People bleeding, moaning, cursing the world while I sat at a desk, punching keys. There were regulars in the department, the lifers who knew the drill, but sometimes they’d pull in someone from another pavilion, vacation relief/sick relief, whatever. That’s how … Read More “The Slow Rot Syndrome” »