When a life is saved,

When a life is saved,

What do you sacrifice, to save a life? Is two hours too much?
How do you value, the life you saved and the time you spent?

If you can save a life, of his 60 or 50 or 70 years, save the sorrows of a family, of his father, mother, daughters, brothers and sisters, by simply spending two extra hours, leaving your one girlfriend home, alone; you'd consider it. It seems so much like a worthwhile trade.

It does, doesn't it?

If the responsible intern had been more careful, had been thoughtful, had not careless, you might have saved the two hours; your girlfriend would have been happy. But, he would be dead. The patient may be dead.

dead, as in a corpse in a morgue.

One wonders, how come the careless intern was so irresponsible. Well as insulting as it is, no one can function well (i.e. concentrate, 100% on top of the game) when the only food intake is fruits or colorful vegetables. Let alone a young male doctor.

No one, can function, without carbon or protein.
(so screw the doctor who is so coward to complete his obligated military service, that he rather turn into a tiny matchstick of BMI less than 10.)

But you saved the patient's life. Even if it means staying at the hospital until 11 PM or your girlfriend is so lonely at home or you damn miss your girlfriend and so on.

It's two hours. Yes, it's sadness and disappoints of life, of the crappy life; but today, you saved his life. Maybe in ICU he didn't survive, but at least, at minimum, you tried. You did what you could have done.

Today, like many other day, you saved a life.



(and he almost killed the guy)

what can we say about that.

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Every life saved;
every patient, cut;
every wound, sutured.
Loneliness stood in the dark,
but there,
out at the other end - the tears of joys.
And, I, regardless all the tears fell as the rain poured,
can stand this pain.