...F A N T A S T I C P R E S E N T A...
- Derecho. Bien. - Gracias.
Oh, mira, esos son condenadamente caliente.
Esto es amateur hora; empecé a comer
- raw jalapeños cuando yo tenía como 8. - En sus el propios?
Voy a conseguir, al igual que una zanahoria stick. Estándar cosa de niños.
Fue la causa de mi papá que... Bien, mi papá,
realmente me gustó jalapeños, yo no quieren dejar que él de mí.
Bueno, que no desafío de su padre, a las 8?
Hmm... Ah.
Hola, nena.
Uh, sí. No, solo estoy... Todavía estoy en el gimnasio.
A la gente le gusta comparar a las enfermeras a los santos,
hacer el bien desinteresadamente cuidar de los demás.
El problema con esto es simplemente no es humano.
Y quiero decir, ¿cómo se puede
no hacer un desastre total de su vida personal
cuando el trabajo se lleva a todo lo que tienes?
Me siento halagado, ¿ poner los labios para mí
- o por el ecocardiograma chico? - Ha sido un largo tiempo
ya nadie se veía en estas divertidas bolsas,
- vamos solo a ellos les tocó. - Sí, lo sé,
puedes fingir que no tienen juego, pero no estás engañando a mí.
Ha-ha-ha!
- Que es eso? - Las órdenes de Doc
hasta que se comprueba su corazón y dice que es fuerte de nuevo.
Vas a estar allí para las pruebas
y los resultados y todo eso?
No voy a ir de su lado.
Bien, ¿quién quiere caminar de todos modos
cuando llegaron a un chofer. No, No.
Oh!
Esta es la primera clase.
- ¡Genial! ¿Está usted listo? - Mm-hmm.
- Vamos a hacer esto. - Ja-ja! Bien.
Podíamos caminar más rápido que este.
Su ecocardiograma se retrasa una hora.
Todos nuestros pacientes son vela smooth, a excepción de uno.
Ella es realmente alto mantenimiento incluso para una cantante de ópera.
Solo puede solicitar su preguntas sí o no.
- ¿Por qué? - Como he dicho, de alto mantenimiento.
- El término es usado en exceso. - Bueno, pues una anillo de decir que sí,
- dos significa que no hay. - Lobo!
Yo tengo alrededor de palo un poco de un paciente.
Qué? Estás diciendo que más allá de su cambio a la enfermera, como, pro bono?
Como una hora max, ¿de acuerdo? Me voy a ver a la libra Esterlina.
Salvarnos de nuestro lugar de siempre en el bar.
- Hey. - Whoa! Disfrute de su turno.
- Oh! whoa! Todo es muy bueno. - Lo siento. Um, ah! Hey,
se te ha ocurrido a coger mi turno de trabajo?
Sí. Estoy en la sala de emergencias. Joanna, de cuidado a largo plazo.
Naz... Oh, estás en el triaje de admisión.
Hombre, yo no podía conciliar el sueño hoy.
- ¿Qué, por lo que ha sido hasta... - 36 horas y contando.
- Maldita sea, amigo, las noches son un asesino. - Mira, yo sólo tengo que ser
en mis pies, como ER ocupado en mis pies.
Si estoy sentado en un escritorio durante toda la noche, Solo voy a crash.
El comercio conmigo, te debo enorme.
- Sí. No te preocupes por eso. - Oh, dios mío!
Gracias! En serio, gracias usted, muchas gracias.
Mierda.
En una escala de 1 a 10, ¿cómo de doloroso es el dolor de garganta?
Ha perdido su voz?
Un anillo de decir que sí, dos medios, ¿no?
Para ser claros,
se puede hablar, pero usted está eligiendo no?
Debido a que usted está ahorrando su voz para el rendimiento,
Presumo.
Devolución de llamada de la audición 1 de la tarde de mañana
para el papel de... Carmen Carmen?
Mi mamá estaba en el Carmen.
Como Bollywood Carmen, pero Carmen.
"Wei Chen". Podría Wei Chen vienen a la clasificación turística?
Nunca la mente de Wei Chen. Todo bien.
"Grame Shergold" para el triage de escritorio.
Es Graham.
- ¿Qué hemos conseguido? - Otro viernes podría especial.
Conductor en un multivehicle accidente. Afortunadamente, los demás estaban estacionados.
Potential concussion, minor laceration on his right hand.
Refused a Breathalyzer on the scene. We suspect drugs, alcohol.
- Seems likely. - And no wallet, so no name.
- I wanna go! Let me go! - Hi, my name is Grace.
We'll get you out of here soon as we can. What's your name?
- Marco. - Hi, Marco.
Polo! Marco Polo!
Marco Polo! Ha-ha!
Decent swelling. Let's get a CT scan.
- Stop looking at me! - And a tox screen
- to see what exactly we're dealing with. - Okay.
Code white, ICU. Code white, ICU.
Security, stop him!
Can't catch lightning! Ha-ha-ha!
Ah!
Oh-oh!
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -
Ice. You need to stay still.
Hey, Leo, why don't you give us a minute.
Sorry if this stings a little.
Is your neck hurt from the accident?
- Where am I? - You're at St. Mary's Hospital.
Do you remember how you got here?
- You were driving and... - Something's wrong with me.
Okay. It's okay.
- Want to tell me what it is? - Don't touch me, bitch!
Do you want me to scare him sober?
I don't think sober is happening any time soon
- for Mr. Polo. - Friday night legend.
He's already got a line of cops ready to meet him.
- Tell the cops I'm Marco Polo! - Polo.
Where are the cops at with his name?
Car is insured to a woman, they're trying to contact her.
What a complete moron getting behind the wheel like that.
Don't let him waste your time.
Every time my ma does a show,
by the end of the run, she loses her voice.
When did you first begin experiencing throat discomfort?
Oh, right. Only yes or no questions.
Was it more than week?
Yes. Two weeks?
Three weeks?
There are more efficient ways to communicate.
Writing perhaps!
The last nurse, the lanky one...
- Wolf. - ... promised me
a cortisone shot. Where the hell is it?
"A cortisone shot"?
I'll get to the bottom of it.
Okay. You promise though? I mean, you can't be
getting too excited and having another little event on me.
My heart can handle it; what it can't handle
is this suspense. What is it?
You sweet girl.
Ha-ha!
Oh! Yo, Philli.
It's echocardiogram time.
I got two bucks. Cash it in on another scratch.
Ooh, you lucky lady! Rock and roll!
Oh, hey, Naz, what's up?
Did you promise our patient Sorona a cortisone shot?
Sorona? All I know she is a lot.
Uh, no. I said, "cortisone shot".
- She said you promised her one. - Oh, shoot!
We talked about cortisone, but I didn't promise her one.
I don't think. You know, that bell was so confusing.
And now the patient thinks I'm incompetent.
What? No, I'm incompetent. I'll come back.
- I'll come back. - Why?
Well, I'll tell the patient it's my fault.
That's ridiculous, don't do that.
Oh, I have to go. Bye.
Dr. Kaplan?
- Yes? - Hi!
- I'm... I'm... - Another new nurse, yeah.
Nazneen Khan. I have a patient, an opera singer,
and she's requesting a cortisone shot.
Okay. Did they consent to a laryngoscopy?
No.
I don't give steroid injections
without doing a laryngoscopy first, so...
Oh, um... I didn't know.
For the record, I'm not a dog.
Dr. Kaplan would like to perform a laryngoscopy.
The procedure inserts a camera down your throat
to examine your vocal cords...
You've been rotating between hospitals receiving cortisone.
Cortisone is a synthetic steroid.
It mimics cortisone, supressing pain.
If you don't feel the pain,
you won't know if you're pushing yourself too hard...
or if there's a problem.
Dr. Kaplan made himself clear.
If the scope
scratches my vocal cords,
I will destroy you.
My voice is my life.
We forgot to put on a fresh coat of lipstick.
- Heart looking okay? - I'm not a cardiologist.
Just the middle man that passes on the results.
Uh, hey.
Just tell me the left ventricle ejection fraction.
It's 50%.
- Oh, that's good. - Not great.
It used to be 40. Thanks.
Hey, good news: you can tell your sister
your left ventricle is now firing at 50%.
Hot damn! I'll let her know.
I'm gonna be talking to her tomorrow morning, 5 a.m.
because of the time difference.
Think maybe you could wake me up?
What? Do you think I never leave here, Phillis?
I'll be home sleeping. But don't worry,
I'll pass the message along to the wakeup nurse.
I named her, you know, my sister.
- Uh-huh? - Mm-hmm.
Our mother wanted to call her
Sylvia Louise, but I told her that was an old lady name,
and that my baby sister deserved
something with more... sparkle.
So, we called her Twilla.
I'm gonna go visit her after all this.
That's a beautiful story.
Alright, let's get you tucked into bed.
Okay.
- Ugh! - Oh, be careful!
She's auditioning for the lead in Carmen.
Her voice is her life.
Well, I am careful regardless of my patient's vocation.
Okay, we found the cause of your symptoms...
a small polyp... but this white patch is what concerns me.
Could be localized leukoplakia.
I'm gonna do a biopsy.
- Two rings means no. - Well, the cells are irregular,
potentially cancerous. We'll know more from the biopsy.
She doesn't want you to.
Well, she signed the consent form, so...
But now she's saying no.
You can't.
This isn't consent.
Okay then.
No biopsy.
Tox screen came back. No drugs, no alcohol.
- What?! - CT was clear.
A minor concussion, nothing that would cause these sort of...
Slurred speech, paranoia,
no impulse control...
and his temperature is normal, no fever.
- Dr. Wallace to ER. - Stay on his vitals,
- I'll be back when I can. - They're coming for me.
I gotta go home.
Okay, it's okay. Hey. Hey, where is home?
- I gotta go home. - Hmm?
I'm just gonna check your pupils, okay?
Ah! Ah! Get me out of here!
- Code white to the ER. - Get me out of here!
Vitals are good.
Seems like a brain injury to me.
Get a second opinion. Send the CT up to Neurology.
I'm not waiting around for their blessing.
Grace, don't worry about that.
Ordered a psych assessment. Dr. Niven will be down in a bit.
Hey. Is that your blood?
Come here to me.
Hmmm... Not too deep.
You're gonna need a couple
of Steri-Strips. How did you fall?
He just... He reacted to the penlight, knocked me back into the cart.
- Did you hit your head? - No, I feel fine.
Got a nice shiner from it though. Headache?
- No. - You're gonna have to do
a safety incident report.
And I want you to go and have a little chat with the hospital
- counselor about the assault. - "Assault"?
It wasn't an assault, it was an accident.
Still code white on file. I'll manage his care from here.
Okay, no. Look, I'm fine, okay?
Please just let me do my job?
Sinead, we need you at the nurses' station.
You take this from here.
- You handled that well. - Hmm! What?
Being lectured by Sinead?
Hitting, spitting, kicking.
Couple of stitches here and there.
Now you know you can take it.
This won't leave a scar.
Intoxicated and high.
Why did we jump to that conclusion?
He was belligerent,
slurring. Seemed like the simplest explanation.
And if he was white,
same explanation?
My gut was telling me something else was wrong.
Means you can trust your instincts.
You're all good.
Oh, I got it. Thanks.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
So, uh, I got something that will make you feel better.
Watch this.
Can't catch lightning. Ha-ha-ha!
Oh, my God! No!
- That's not funny, he's sick. - No, I know.
I totally agree. Um...
but also, he punched you in the face,
- so... listen. - Can't catch lightning. Ha-ha-ha!
Put that away, we're gonna get in trouble.
Whoa! Dude, sorry.
Excuse me? Hello?
He got here way after me.
I twisted my ankle, and it's excruciating.
Unfortunately, that is a super low priority injury.
- Sorry about that. - Ugh!
Next time, say you have chest pain, you'll get in faster.
Is illness funny to you?
- No. - So the video
you're showing online of one of our patients... not funny?
That's not my video. I found it online.
It popped up on my feed 'cause they geotagged St. Mary's.
Definitely not a staff member who posted it.
I kind of think it was someone waiting in the ER.
Find that someone and get it taken down before the poor boy goes viral.
Right.
I'm looking for...
"SoftTouchxo".
Can't catch lightning! Ha-ha-ha!
Can't catch lightning!
Ha-ha-ha!
Finally!
- Yeah, you're here! - I need a beer,
I need to dance, and I need to enjoy that we are young.
Yeah, I need a... I need a pint of pale ale,
Bardwell's is fine, shot of whisky
and another whatever that was.
There's an afterhours party at the Liss Gallery.
Cover's a bit steep, yeah.
- I can spot you. - No, it's fine.
I can pay my own way. And I should have that other money pretty soon.
Look, the sooner you pay me back,
the sooner I blow it on booze, so... no rush.
That's 15 even.
You know, nurses should really get paid more.
I mean, at least more than a bartender.
Nursing is like hospitality except with clients that puke and scream
insults at us all day, and they never start tipping.
- Mm-hmm. - It's all yours.
Send her up to Psych and
make sure you have someone with him at all time.
- Yeah. - That's it. Okay, thanks.
Dr. Niven wants to transfer him to the psychiatric ward.
So it is a mental health thing.
He'll sit tight up there until he does his MRI.
He's definitely experiencing psychosis.
Could have already been diagnosed,
Marco bloody Polo.
Take Security when you transfer him
and stop by Dr. Niven's office to discuss your assault.
Not a request.
Okay, um...
Let's get you seated. Shall we?
He's having a seizure!
He's brought in from a car accident. Confused, slurring,
and you got a psych evaluation?
Better than waiting around for someone from Neurology.
That's a mild brain injury unless you're seeing
- something I don't. - The patient assaulted you,
- I'm sorry. - I was checking his pupils
with a penlight, that's what set him off.
Sensitivity to light! More evidence of a traumatic
brain injury which explains the seizures and confusion.
What if the seizure is what caused the accident in the first place?
Epilepsy which can cause postictal psychosis.
I'll get a second picture of the brain.
If nothing shows up, I'll do an EEG.
Is this a joke? "Marco Polo"?
Oh! Sorry. Should have just put down John Doe.
Just get me his real name.
I need a medical history. He was driving a car,
- check the insurance. - Yeah, we did.
You don't care.
Well, since you wouldn't let me biopsy,
I can't accurately assess your risk of a malignancy.
The good news:
there's only a small area affected, so if it's cancerous,
- we've got it early. - Listen, you made it clear
you don't want just any ENT resident doing the job,
so, if you prefer,
there's a specialist in tomorrow who could do
the procedure. She'd biopsy, remove the polyp, all in one go.
Her name is Dr. Marian West.
You can look her up. She's amazing!
Has performed those procedures on other
high-profile talent who were back performing within a couple of months.
The risks? It might limit your vocal range
or worse. Or you wait and see,
but that is a gamble and against my professional,
lowly resident advice.
I have a callback tomorrow. You said, after the scope,
you'd give me my cortisone. That was the deal.
That's what I want.
Fine. Bring the patient an against-medical-advice form
to sign and then fill an order for the cortisone.
Can't we just destroy it without the injection?
It's dangerous for us to continue to just mask the issue.
She will just head to another hospital
and waste more taxpayer dollars.
- But it's irresponsible. - Whoa! Whoa!
Are you questioning my judgement, Nurse?
No, I'm not.
She's not thinking straight. She has an audition tomorrow,
and the entertainment industry, it pushes people.
I've seen it firsthand.
I have to protect my patients,
sometimes even from themselves.
It's my job.
I would have done the biopsy if you hadn't stopped me.
So how about next time you let me do mine?
Mm-hmm.
Oh! Haha! I forgot. Um, I gotta call the hospital.
- Hey, Keon. - What's up? I'm swamped.
- I need a favour. - Okay, but I already did a favour
for Grace, and I'm kind of regretting it.
Oh, this is no big thing.
Phillis, in 309-B, she needs a 5 a.m. wakeup call.
309-B.
"Phillis Brunner"?
Yeah. She needs to call her sister in Sydney.
That's not gonna happen.
She died.
- What? - Yeah. It looks like
She went into V-FIB shortly after you clocked out.
Ashley, sorry, dude, I gotta go.
Yeah, um, all good.
Okay. We have 20 minutes before DJ Scooby comes on.
- Did you get an Uber? - Hmm...
You know, I actually just crashed.
I don't think I have after hours in me.
Oh, that is the biggest pile of bullshit ever.
You just got booty called, and I support it,
in all ways. Okay, go make love!
Um, could I have a new beer?
Thanks.
Excuse me. Is your handle SoftTouchxo?
What did you say to me?!
Sorry, all good. All good. Wrong person.
Hi. Could the person with the handle
SoftTouchxo please come to the triage desk?
That's your account?
You're SoftTouchxo?
What do you want?
You posted a video
of a young man running into a door.
Yeah, like five hours ago. That's how long I've been
waiting because apparently I'm so low priority.
Right. I am so sorry about that.
Could you perhaps take down the video?
There's no way.
I will send you in next.
Oh, my God! I got a message from the guy's cousin.
What? What did he say?
"That's my cousin Devon Barkley. What hospital are you at?"
- Devon Barkley? - Yeah.
Devon Barkley. Thank you so much!
Did someone hurt you?
- Yeah, but I'm okay. - You gotta keep him still.
I'm just gonna keep your head still, okay? Just like that.
He's starting a seizure.
Don't see a focus.
Push the anticonvulsant lorazepam 2 milligram IV.
His stats are doing down. He's not getting enough oxygen.
Give him a mask.
- Can't locate a cause. - We got a name: Devon Barkley.
There's the medical records. His mom's on her way.
She'll be in your hands, so take your break, you'll need it.
What a nice surprise!
Oh, my God, you look exhausted! What happened to your hair?
I've been working night shifts and...
this is just what my hair looks like now.
Nurse Nazneen, it won't make you happy.
We're not talking about this.
Let's not fight, okay?
- Let me just keep seeing your face. - Ma, I actually need your help.
I have a patient who's a lot like you. She's a performer,
an opera singer, and she's foregoing medical advice
to audition to sing Carmen.
That is big.
Yeah. It's a now or never role.
But I mean, she can't risk getting cancer
- over it, can she? - I risked my life
back when I was struggling to make it.
You remember Drona 4?
That was me jumping from the horse onto a moving train.
That wasn't your stunt girl?!
Of couse not! I was no one.
Listen, Naz. If she is anything like me,
Don't try to convince her to give up her calling.
Ma!
Baby, I have to go sign some of my poters.
Get some sleep, okay?
Grace, Sinead sent me to wake you up.
- Too late. - Devon's mom is here.
What? The, uh... the look of drunk?
Who died?
Phillis, room 309-B.
She was, uh... she was funny.
You lost a patient before?
No. And I don't get it, it's not like she was a child.
Doesn't matter.
I was a mess after a house call for a man who fell
down his stairs. He was 93.
You learn to recognize the look.
Yeah, maybe I don't want to.
Yeah, sure.
Your against-medical-advice form
to sign before your injection.
I do get why you don't want to do the surgery.
I mean the risks,
the idea of losing your ability to sing
when that's what really makes you feel alive.
I don't have that.
I think I like nursing...
I don't know.
Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.
Back home, I had a personal driver.
And the food!
No winter plus so much attention,
which I love.
I really loved that life,
but it changed
after my brother.
Then, the parties,
the glamour, it all turned.
And I was...
you know, like those music boxes?
The ballerina spins around,
perfect every time,
and then you realize
she's trapped inside it.
Sorry.
I ramble.
Devon's symptoms could have
more than one cause. If there's anything you can tell us...
places he's recently travelled, his behaviour...
we're hoping that you can help us rule out
what might be confusing his diagnosis.
Let me go!
No! No!
Mrs. Barkley, I'm Dr. Shankar.
- Please, untie him! - I'm sorry, I can't.
He'll pull off his mask and IV. Grace?
We should step outside.
No, no, no. I'm not leaving. He's my son.
Anything you can tell us is crucial to us helping him.
Look, I was with him this morning, I don't understand.
- And how did he seem this morning? - Fine. He had a midterm,
so he barely slept, but that's normal.
And is he taking any prescribed medication or... ?
He doesn't do drugs if that's what you're thinking.
The only thing he'll take is Tylenol and aspirin.
Did he take aspirin today?
Yes, he did. And last night.
Do you know why he's taking the aspirin?
He's been hunched
over his books studying. His neck was killing him.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
- Doctor? - Oh! Oh! Oh!
Devon hasn't had a fever, but he's been taking aspirin
for his neck. He had neck pain before the accident.
Prep a lumbar puncture for meningitis.
We've got to move on this. Come on!
Mrs. Barkley, let's step outside.
Stop!
I want the surgery.
What?
So you don't want this?
I don't want it.
Finish your drinks, we're closed.
Jesus fish. Are you Christian?
Oh! No, it's just...
it's a dumb tattoo I got as a drunk dare.
I hate that it's on my body.
So tattoo over it.
With what? A fishbowl?
Yes. Make the fish black
to cover the cross and give it
a tiny fish friend in the corner. X would do it.
They're really good. Do a stick and poke.
Oh wait, you mean, like tattoo it now?
- How long have you had it? - I got it at 15.
You said you hate it on your body,
anything's better than that.
This used to be an E for Ebony.
just the good ones left.
What are we cheersing to?
- To fish poles. - She wants a stick and poke.
Since you weren't planning on a sleepover,
these at least cover the essentials.
I was once vomited on by a patient,
so I come prepared.
That's my mom's laugh.
Or mine I guess.
It's been a while.
You are so much more likeable when you talk.
No, honestly, you should keep doing it.
Really. You have a great laugh.
If there's a chance to sing
and laugh too, that's the sweet spot.
I know I might never sing
after tomorrow,
like actual singing...
... but I don't want to be that spinning ballerina.
- Oh, mom... - Dev, baby, I'm here.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Just look at your son.
Look at your son. There's nothing else but him.
How about this one?
- Hmm... - No, this...
Try this one.
- How does it look? - That's the one!
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I'll get the ink.
Um, actually, I can't do this. I'm sorry.
- I, uh... - Hey, you okay?
Yeah.
It wasn't a drunk dare.
I mean, I used to, um...
talk to God
and Jesus in my head all day long.
Every day, every decision.
It didn't... didn't really feel religious, you know?
Until it did.
I got gay.
I hated the hate,
but that deeper sense of meaning
how do you replace that?
Where's Phillis?
So yeah, that's... that's why no fishbowl.
Oh, it's too bad because...
you're really good at making a joke out of everything else.
I know.
Believe me, I know.
I don't date people I work with.
Cool, I'll quit.
I'll see you later, okay?
Grace?
I'm glad you came in, Grace.
I'm Dr. Niven, but you can call me Rori.
Hmm... What, no couch to sit on?
It's still a hospital, we can't get too comfortable.
Let me start with this is a safe place.
I'm employed by the hospital, but I work for you.
Everything said here is confidential.
Earlier tonight, can you tell me what happened?
Honestly, I really feel fine.
I wrote a report on what happened.
Sometimes, talking about it unlocks feelings
that we didn't know were there.
I don't know what to say.
We don't have to talk about anything tonight,
but I would love to get to a point
where I can support you.
So, you worked your first year at the General
in a really high-stress environment.
You made one mistake, and Dr. Hamilton let you go?
What does that have to do with tonight?
A sick patient accidentally hit me.
I was scared, and then Security showed up. I got up,
and everyone made a really big deal about it.
- Is it not a big deal? - No!
It's not.
It's the job. And if I was somebody who couldn't handle it,
I would have changed careers. Okay?
Nurses take crap from patients,
they take crap from doctors, and then we make it
about the patient because that's what matters.
Doesn't it all matter?
The patient? The doctors?
You, don't you matter?
I know how to do this job.
I'm good at it.
Okay, are we done?
Are we done?
Hey, you.
I just got back from dropping Sonia at the airport.
Ah, it's why you're up so early.
So, what's this crazy news?
Well, we are about to see a whole lot more of each other.
The Ministry just approved the Toronto hospital merger.
We're merging hospitals?
Santa María, Sunny Heights, Ciudad General
todo ello bajo una sola entidad corporativa.
¿Qué significa eso para el personal?
Los cirujanos?
No lo sé. Supongo que es simplemente sigue pensando por sí mismo.
Pero anunciamos la próxima semana.
Ohhh, es de Sonia, que debe recibir todo esto.
- Te llamaré más tarde. - No, voy a estar dormido, no ...
Hay una fusión hospital?
Yo no tenía la intención de escuchar a escondidas,
Iba a decir algo, pero entonces eran como,
"¿Qué hay de nuevo loco?" Entonces...
Si.
Santa María, Sunny Heights y el general.
Mi amigo es su abogado.
No puedo ver cómo eso es una mala cosa.
Tampoco puedo decir que eso es una buena cosa.
Yo, literalmente, no sé nada acerca de las fusiones de hospitales.
Se nos dice que no llevar nuestro trabajo a casa con nosotros.
Tampoco para llevar nuestra casa al trabajo con nosotros.
Se nos dice que tenemos que establecer
nuestro propio mundo turbulento a un lado para el día,
colocarla en un estante con todas nuestras preocupaciones y temores,
recogerlo y polvo si fuera cuando llegamos a casa
después de un largo turno.
Se nos dice que nuestra vida privada
no debe afectar a la atención que damos.
Pero lo que somos,
de dónde venimos, esta es la forma en que nos importa.
El enigma imposible de cuidar a los demás
cuando no tenemos la primera pista