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Hobogeneous: the wanderings and wonderings of a student-doctor Home About jump to navigation Contact Precautions April 17, 2009 Posted by Benji in Journal . add a comment I don’t know how many times my mom was admitted to the ICU that month. Ten? Twenty? By the end of the second week, I had lost count. Occasionally she was transferred upstairs, to a “regular” in-patient unit, but that never settled my queasy belly. I knew I’d see her again the next day, a tube down her throat once more. I was told that it was helping her breathe, but really it looked more like a white plastic parasite pulling out her entrails. As a mere medical student, I felt like a child, her youngest son, helpless to do anything to save her. Sometimes she was admitted twice in the same day, and sometimes she died. It was never easy for me to witness, but I suppose it was much worse for the other members of the family – her blood family. Whereas I was just imagining my own mother in the hospital bed,...
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