Diaries of a Doctor

we meet a lot of people every day. We see them in their moments of weakness, desperation, and pain. We touch them while their own families can’t. Yet, the connection is temporary. We fix them or lose them, the day ends and we move on, as if they have never been there. And it suits me just fine.

I used to love what I’m doing, the ability to save a life. I’m so good at what I’m doing. Today we were able to save a girl from going blind, I saved a baby’s life, but I didn’t feel it, the ecstasy of saving a life.

I thought of leaving my job, maybe move out and change my name… I remember a cartoon I saw in a magazine once, about a man sitting in front of a sliding door. One side has a sign says ‘’ DO NOT ENTER’’ and the other side has a sign says ‘’DO NOT EXIT’’. The man sits there, in front of the sliding door holding his hat and… he doesn’t know what to do.