Wrong time at the wrong place…
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
It was the night of July 20, 1969. I was a third year medical student in my first venture away from the classroom and into the hospital wards. I had essentially spent the last 19 years of my life in the alternate reality of the classroom and quiet places to study. This was life and death stuff on the hospital wards.
I was back to the quiet places to study. The next morning I was to make a presentation on heart failure, its causes and treatments. It was an evening where fear and fascination oscillated in my thinking.
At my lowest and most confused junctures, I called our teaching resident at his home to ask what I believed to be intelligent questions. He was busy watching a minor event, the first human landing on the moon, live, on the Sea of Tranquility. To say that was a difficult, untranquil situation…
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