Triage....

Another long day in triage. It's beginning to take it's toll on me. Non-stop anguish. I've seen four gunshot vicitms, a young man who was "de-gloved", a young woman who's baby was a still-born, and two heart-attacks, and this was all before lunch. It's so hard putting on a smile and re-assuring my patients that everything will be ok, when deep down inside I know it won't. I know I have to remain strong, to be a symbol of strength in their time of need- but we all have our breaking point.