Who knew this job would turn me into such a mean person? The other day, I had a patient who was fighting for his life and instead of wishing he would live, I was thinking of all the papers and the hassle endorsement I'd have to do if he did. (This picture was taken months ago. I injured myself while opening an ampule of medicine for a nag-iinarteng patient who only came to the ER for a med cert - a reminder that I need to be more uh, patient. My thumb is fine now.)
