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This is an x-ray of lungs. Okay.

"I believe that it goes beyond just choosing a career. I believe that it's a calling. It's what I'm meant to do, and I can't imagine doing anything else." The nurse said. She smiled and rolled over to the counter where the paramedics were standing. I flipped open my notepad to a fresh page.

Riding out on the ambulances was fun. Every time you got the tones you'd rush into the ambulance. There was a sense of urgency that went with each call. The radio chatter through the headphones. The sirens in the background. The bouncing truck. Then, after visiting the hospital, you'd sit down on the couch and watch television.

And do nothing for a while.

The emergency department was constant action. I can't even describe it. I can't describe how great it felt to walk down the hall between patients. It was incredible. It was fun. It called out to me. There was no down time. I saw lots of people. I saw lots of patients. I saw lots of different ailments.

I did not see the sun today.

"Young man," The patient said. "You need to be a doctor." I smiled. "I'll come back in seven years, and you'd better be working here." "Okay." I said.

I put away my notepad and walked to the next room.

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OgreJew said…
you're going to have to have wittier things to say to patients if you ever want your own doctor tv show.
November 12, 2008 at 1:25 AM
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