Yesterday my hubby gave a patient back his voice (using a little piece of plastic to attach to a tracheostomy tube, which cost £50 and the NHS fought him about buying). The same day, a young patient of his died unexpectedly.
I’m busy with my copywriting work right now, trying to work on the novel, to learn shorthand, and a do a bunch of other things. It all seems pretty minor in comparison, though. Not unimportant“”this is my calling””but the games we play have very different stakes.