sometimes i think i have such a weird job.

last night a woman was dying in front of us. standing away and apart from it all whilst it was all happening, i couldn’t help but think shit - we’re just going through the motions here. -i- am just going through the motions here. ‘let’s just do what we do.’

And here this woman was, dying in front of us now, when barely 2 hours ago she was walking around her room talking to people. Walked in fine, then quite unexpectedly, died. Someone just lost a family member. A mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a someone. But to us it was just another person, just another unfortunate incident. just another death. 

so run of the mill, so natural. 

and we just do our jobs, move on to the next person. waiting to clock off.

there must be more to medicine than this. 

“modern life is war. constant struggle, no clear purpose.” - from that Donald Weber guy