Sometimes I see my ghosts in the form of my patients
On my medicine sub-internship, I took care of an elderly man who was a retired military surgeon. When he first came into the hospital, mentally altered from an underlying infection, he was irascible and unpleasant towards many staff members, swatting their hands away as they attempted to draw blood for lab tests.
As the infection came under control, the shell of rage fell away to a quiet dissatisfaction. The bed was …
Sometimes I see my ghosts in the form of my patients




