Beverly Watson

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Then the patient’s voice, confused, rose above our affirmative murmurs: “I feel…overwhelmingly sad.” “Current off!” I said. “Oh, now the feeling is going away,” the patient said. “Let’s recheck the current and impedance, okay? Okay. Current on…” “No, everything…it just feels…so sad. Just dark and, and…sad.” “Electrode out!”
When Breath Becomes Air
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