Trauma Room Two Quotes

“There simply is no more room. And still the patients come. We are drowning. I stand at the desk, taking a breather. My head is pounding because of the noise. I cannot drink any more coffee or move any faster. I am fried. This is my sixth twelve-hour shift in a row. Sometimes I am not sure how much longer I can do this job before I just tear apart at the seams from stress.”
― Philip Allen Green, Trauma Room Two

“I am not a religious man. I do not go to church on Sundays as I probably should. But I would bet that, when I am at work, I pray more than just about any churchgoer. I pray quietly now, “Please, God. Do not let any of them be one of mine.” Is that a bad thing to pray for? Is it bad to pray that someone else’s child is dead in a smashed-up car in a field alone in the dark, instead of my own?”
― Philip Allen Green, Trauma Room Two

“I have a well-worn switch inside me that I flip on, shutting off my feelings at will. But it comes at a price. Over the years I have learned the hard way that each time I throw the switch, it becomes more difficult to turn it back off.”
― Philip Allen Green, Trauma Room Two