The night shift in the ER is always rewarding.
While some sleep and others dream, we treat the sick, the dying, the crying febrile babies, the drug addicts, the crazy, the elderly. We replace broken bones, close wounds, remove foreign bodies from unsual places. We sometimes cure but we always struggle to alleviate pain.
The ER offers a distillate, a purified form, of the hardship life brings to others, the patients. It gives us, the workers, a profound appreciation of our quiet life and prepares us for what could be. When i look at the rising sun this morning, i realize how lucky i am to be right here, right now, doing this work i love.
Originally posted on Facebook, May 20, 2012
Martin Pham Dinh 