Crash into me

We go into medicine because we want to save lives.

We go into medicine because we want to do good.

We go into medicine for the rush…

…for the high…

…for the ride.

But what remember, at the end of most days, are the losses.

What we lay awake at night replaying is the pain we caused or failed to cure.

The ills we couldn’t cure.

The lives we ruined or failed to save.

At the end of the day, the experience of practising medicine bears little resemblance to the dream.

The end of the day, the reality is nothing like we hope.

The reality is, at the end of the day, more often than not, turned inside out and upside down.

So the experience of practicing medicine rarely resembles the goal.

The experience, too often,

is ass-backwards and upside down.

Someday, the world seems upside down.

And then, somehow, improbably and when you least expect it, the world right itself again.

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