Facing our morality: the virtue of a common life.

Last week I admitted Mr. M in the predawn hours of an evolving M.I. I had forgotten his name. Erased the particulars of our prickly past until we came face to face the behind closed curtains of an emergency room bay. Through sleep-deprived eyes and the apparition of a pachyderm poised on my patient’s chest, I saw clearly what the years had hidden. Thankfully, there was business to conduct, orders to write, and the beat of a clinical guideline to march us along.