Hoy en Buenos Aires, bajo un lindo día de sol, ella atravesó las avenidas como una oportunidad.: medical

miércoles, 15 de julio de 2009

medical

Derek: Who sent you? Richard?

Callie: Uh, Bailey.

Derek: Of course.
Callie: Look, I'm sorry about your patient. I know how hard it can be. I, I had a patient a couple of years ago, a young guy, 50 maybe. Simple knee replacement. He was post op, he was fine. I even told his wife she could go and get him lunch. I mean, it was a simple knee replacement, it was nothing. But, ah, he'd been getting short of breath so I'd put him on blood thinners for a post surgical PE. And, ah, It wasn't until he was vomiting up dark red blood, looking me in the eye, telling me that he was dying... that I figured it out. That I was wrong. That it wasn't a PE, he was bleeding internally. It wouldn't have been fatal, but the blood thinners. God, I will never forget the look on his wife's face. When she came back with that sandwich in her hand, asking me why her husband wasn't in his room anymore.
Derek: How do you live with it? Killing him. Taking him from his wife. How do you live with it?
Callie: We call it malpractice when we make a mistake.
Derek: Yeah. I know what we call it. I'm asking you, when you get up in the morning, how do you look at yourself in the mirror? I'm no... I'm... I'm asking.

On the radio .

This is how it worksIt feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the Styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some words
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard, 'November Rain'
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Case the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear, 'November Rain'
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio, on the radio
On the radio, uh oh, on the radio, uh oh
On the radio, uh oh, on the radio

BY MECHI.C ®

Él observa.
Él nunca me rechaza, no le importa que sea fea; no deja de abrazarme por mas que sea la enésima vez que se lo pida; no me miente, no hay nada que pueda ocultarme; no me extraña, no sonríe y ni siquiera sé qué siente.
su cálida perfección me abruma, su contacto me remite a esos cientos de miles de hilos de algodón que me acompañan día a día en el desprendimiento de esta triste realidad que transito sin otra alternativa ni rumbo definido.
Él fué bañado por mis ácidas lágrimas de dolor sin inmutarse, él me vió flaquear ante el sufrimiento insoportable que pesaba sobre mis hombros y mi alma; él presenció, él calló. Él me espera expectante pero de mí no espera nada. Él recibe los detalles de mi tortuosa y pobre vida dándome a cambio sus profundos y cómodos silencios, esos que drenaron la amargura de mi exhausto espíritu desde el primer abrazo.
Será un lujo o simplemente un mal necesario, pero cuando no se tiene a nadie y la almohada yace empapada en lágrimas en una fría noche de Julio, es él quien se adueña de cada sollozo, cada herida y cada sueño que verbalizo inconscientemente al sumergirme en mi universo alternativo.

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miércoles, 15 de julio de 2009

medical

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