On a rare day off from my duties as an ophthalmology resident, I wandered into a neighborhood bookstore and was recognized by a woman I had treated for optic neuritis in the emergency department. I didn't remember her, but she remembered everything. In that gap-between my routine and her life-altering night-I heard what the emergency department often muffles: how ordinary work for me can be extraordinary to the person living it. The piece follows our brief conversation to ask a simple question: how can I carry less and notice more, honoring meaning without slowing the work that must go on?
Henry Bair (Fri,) studied this question.