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CHANGE OF SHIFT unreleased tears go. I began to speak of asystole and EMD and brain death. The emotion was drowned in a sea of words. My face was saved, but was my soul? I got busy again and forgot those feet. It was much later, as I prepared for bed, that they came back to me. While picking at a particularly chronic callus on my big toe, I peeled away too much skin and blood welled up. As I watched the drop form, I suddenly remembered those small, dirty feet. Almost like the pus released from an incised abscess, I could feel tears letting go. Perhaps this emotional release was healthy I wonder, though, if I don't harbor a residual scar somewhere inside, just as if I'd had a boil incised. What happens when you don't release the emotion at all or don't even allow the emotion in the first place? How many times can you put up the shield or play a role without being consumed by it? We're fond of talking about reduced ejection fractions in ischemically scarred hearts. What about the emotion fraction in hearts scarred repeatedly by exposure to such tragedy? Is this what happens to idealism and empathy-- scarring and, eventually, emotional failure? Is this why we're often perceived as arrogant and uncaring by patients? Are there effective and acceptable ways to afterload-reduce sadness, frustration, and anger or should we put more emphasis on preload reduction? Have we been good role models for students and residents in this area? My hope is that someone smarter than me will begin to look into these questions so that the next generation of doctors and health care providers will not have to hide continually from their feelings. Maybe those feelings and the energy they consume can be harnessed and channeled in a positive and useful way. A Farewell to an Unidentified Body in the Emergency Department [Leonard BB: A farewell to an unidentified body in the emergency department. Ann Emerg Med May 1994;23:1142.] I'm sorry I don't know your name. You were a child once, Long ago, Happy, Innocent, Your whole life before you. All now forgotten, Erased, Forever to be unknown. I must go now, Others wait, Demanding, Impatient, To make their way to where you are now. I'm sorry I don't know your name. Reprint no. 4711/54753 Copyright by the American College of Emergency Physicians Reprints not available from the author. Reprint no. 47/1/54963 Copyright by the American College of Emergency Physicians Reprints not available from the author. 1 142 ANNALS OF EMERGENCY MEDICINE 23:1 MAY 1994

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CHANGE OF SHIFT

unreleased tears go. I began to speak of asystole and EMD and brain death. The emotion was drowned in a sea of words. My face was saved, but was my soul?

I got busy again and forgot those feet. It was much later, as I prepared for bed, that they came back to me. While picking at a particularly chronic callus on my big toe, I peeled away too much skin and blood welled up. As I watched the drop form, I suddenly remembered those small, dirty feet. Almost like the pus released from an incised abscess, I could feel tears letting go.

Perhaps this emotional release was healthy I wonder, though, if I don't harbor a residual scar somewhere inside, just as if I'd had a boil incised. What happens when you don't release the emotion at all or don't even allow the emotion in the first place? How many times can you put up the shield or play a role without being consumed by it?

We're fond of talking about reduced ejection fractions in ischemically scarred hearts. What about the emotion fraction in hearts scarred repeatedly by exposure to such tragedy? Is this what happens to idealism and empathy-- scarring and, eventually, emotional failure? Is this why we're often perceived as arrogant and uncaring by patients? Are there effective and acceptable ways to afterload-reduce sadness, frustration, and anger or should we put more emphasis on preload reduction? Have we been good role models for students and residents in this area?

My hope is that someone smarter than me will begin to look into these questions so that the next generation of doctors and health care providers will not have to hide continually from their feelings. Maybe those feelings and the energy they consume can be harnessed and channeled in a positive and useful way.

A Farewell to an Unidentified Body in the Emergency Department

[Leonard BB: A farewell to an unidentified body in the emergency department. Ann Emerg Med May 1994;23:1142.]

I'm sorry I don't know your name. You were a child once, Long ago, Happy, Innocent, Your whole life before you.

All now forgotten, Erased, Forever to be unknown.

I must go now, Others wait, Demanding, Impatient, To make their way to where you are now.

I'm sorry I don't know your name.

Reprint no. 4711/54753

Copyright �9 by the American College of Emergency Physicians

Reprints not available from the author.

Reprint no. 47/1/54963

Copyright �9 by the American College of Emergency Physicians

Reprints not available from the author.

1 142 ANNALS OF EMERGENCY MEDICINE 23:1 MAY 1994