Al otro lado, el silencio [la resistencia]
¿Y si tan solo somos los muertos que aún insistimos en estar vivos?
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Tag: empathy
Code Blue
“Code Blue, TICU” That was David. I rushed to his room as part of the Trauma Team, not really knowing what was going on. His lips were gray and there was not the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. His pulse was faint and erratic. The multiple sensors attached to his body displayed a desperate SOS. His oxygen saturations were low. SOS. His blood pressure kept dropping. SOS. He was cold. Continue reading Code Blue
Ayudarla a vivir
Entonces me incliné frente a ella, rodeó mi cuello con sus brazos y poquito a poquito, nos fuimos levantando hasta que se sentó en la cama. Ayudarla a vivir sería mi único y principal objetivo. A partir de ese momento, la verdad es que solo la estaba ayudando a morir, aunque aun yo no lo sabía. Continue reading Ayudarla a vivir
Our First Patient
There is a part of me amazed, a part of me penitent. I am sorry to drag a blade down the middle of your chest, and then to the side, peeling away the first layer of skin and fat. I am sorry to cut through your skin with no intention of sewing it back together again. I am sorry that one of us will crack your ribs, one by one, and watch our professor use a loud saw to separate your sternum. I am sorry that between my cringing, I am still curious, still excited to see what lies beneath. I am sorry that we change our scalpel blades when they get dulled on your body, so that they are sharp again. Continue reading Our First Patient
Pasillo
Tenía sus propias teorías sobre lo que la aflijía, sobre cómo funcionaba todo en el cosmos dentro del cual existía arropada por el manto de su piel, tal si sus padecimientos fueran resultado de sus manualidades – sus nudos de macramé. Continue reading Pasillo
Stethoscopes & Pencils 