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Next Patient Please

27/06/2010

The people I treat are often so close to death. It feels like I have to save them from their selves. And wonder if I was lucky and read their minds right this time too. Or will I have to deliver the bad news to their mothers? “Your son has committed suicide.” And then live with that.

It fucks me up sometimes.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. 27/06/2010 02:06

    Τουλάχιστον έτσι βεβαιώνεσαι ότι είσαι άθρωπος ακόμα. Αν δεν το ένοιωθες εν θα ήταν πιο ανησυχητικό;

  2. The Passenger permalink
    27/06/2010 02:18

    What Moonlight said.

  3. George permalink
    27/06/2010 04:48

    yeap
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