The Least Common Denominator

LX.I Logarithm

Was it bad that I was practically used to death? On top of yearning for it on a daily basis back in the old world, my job made it practically a necessity for me to tune out the possibility of death and decay for all of my then-patients. The concept of mortality and morbidity was intricately connected to the concept of death, and being a doctor, telling people how much longer they had left to live was both cathartic and draining for both myself and my patients. I mean, would you feel good if you told someone with leukemia that they had about six months left to live? To tell expectant parents that their premature baby might not even make it till tomorrow? How about the prospective situation wherein an emergency crash case popped up in the emergency room and you had to choose one or the other to live or die? It was decisions like these that made me hate my job. But at the same time, who else was better suited to telling shit like these