remember this? last week, my patient walked down from the rehab floor with her parents to tell us that she was being discharged. she was talking normally, dressed in t-shirt and a pair of shorts like a typical 20 something. the only evidence of her accident was her brace and the healing roadrash that covered her arms and legs. her parents updated us on her recovery, and thanked us for everything that we did for her. the whole family looked so happy, and the relief was obvious. they had dodged a bullet and they wouldn't soon forget. as we all hugged goodbye, her mother looked at me and the day nurse very seriously. "we've been all over this hospital" she said, " and there is no one else like the two of you". it was the best thank you they could have offered me, simple words to help me get through the days when it feels like nothing i do really matters at all.
once again, we have living breathing proof that people are ridiculously, incredibly resilient. and as cynical as this job makes me sometimes, i'm reminded that second chances do exist after all.
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