John Donne
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, 5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, 10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
I want to see the most as a doctor is despair.
If you go through a scene where the person standing in front of you looks at you pleadingly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in you, and you don't know what you can give him. You can roughly understand the doctor's mood.
4 patients were sent away overnight in ICU. There is an 8-year-old baby son, a 30-year-old wife, a 40-year-old father, and an anonymous person who left alone. I still remember that boy with leukemia who had a narrow trachea and needed mechanical ventilation. He typed on his mobile phone and told his mother that the thing he wanted to do most was to drink Wangzi's milk. I still remember the wife whose scarf was twisted into the machine and strangled to death due to improper operation. I remember her husband kneeling and kowtow madly, screaming and running out, and the little daughter was crying in fright when she stood in front of her dying mother. I still remember my father with severe pancreatitis, suddenly died suddenly, cpr was invalid, everything happened too fast, the children witnessed everything happen. I remember being found by the traffic police who was lying in a coma on the construction site with a comminuted fracture on the back of his head. When he was gone, a body bag was seen by all of us. We didn’t even know if he was killed or whose father was. Whose husband. I still remember those people who were crushed by trucks, lost their surgical pointers, and constantly gushing out of blood. They needed to change their dressing every 15 minutes. The blood changed from bright red to light red. I also remember you, people with arterial dissections, the panic in your eyes, and the miserable cry before sudden death.
What can I do for you?
Looking around, every patient is armed from tracheal intubation, ABP monitoring, electrode pads, thoracic-abdominal catheters, deep venous catheters, IABP, CRRT, all the way to urinary catheters. I asked myself, is this really what you want ?
In January in Beijing, from ICU to the Department of Internal Medicine, I thought it was possible to reduce such scenes.
But it doesn't seem to be the case.
A 19-year-old girl who just entered university, the only daughter, sunny and cheerful. A few days ago, I was diagnosed with aortic arteritis, left common carotid artery was completely occluded, right side was severely stented, left middle cerebral artery m2 was occluded, and he had experienced cerebral infarction several times. She may not know how bad this situation is. There are floating thrombi everywhere in the blood vessels, and this is far from the end.
There are also those old people who were diagnosed with tumors, handed me the report form, and quietly turned and left. When I went to see you, what did you write in your notebook? What should I do to make you feel better?
I saw tears in your eyes and still said to me, thank you, doctor.
I am very happy to hear you say that I feel good today, although I know it is not the case. Sometimes you say this to make me feel better. Yes, I'm poor. It's not just me, but medicine is often the same. Although it is dressed in a very glorious coat.
You are the cornerstone of medicine, and you are far better than those glorious medical medals.
There are many silent mentors lying in the formalin of the medical school, which is the starting point for all doctors.
This afternoon, chatting with a's mother, she carried too much pressure and guilt. Fortunately, she is very strong.
I also want to be stronger. Although what can be done is limited.
To cure sometimes,
to relieve often,
to comfort always
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