Til we meet again
I'm back home. In one piece. And stil, it feels like the end of the world, my world, everyone's world here.
It hurts when people imagine me dead, when all l need is for them to believe thatI will survive.
I witness what I witness during my shifts, then wake up wondering what has gone wrong with me, as if surviving nights like these shouldn't change a person. But one night is enough to change everything.
I'm alive, but that doesn't mean I'm okay.
I'm not okay, not because I'm a weak man, but because nothing around me is okay. Nothing here is okay. Nothing.
Even lying down, in one piece, I feel like l am divided into many, sore, and unable to get comfortable in my skin.
It is catastrophic for any human being to live with physical and/or mental pain so severe that it steals hope from their life. How many painkillers does it take to silence that kind of pain? How many tablets have my patients swallowed, trying to escape what hurt them, only to discover there is no peaceful escape? There is no peace here. Not for us.
The more tired I become, the more sensitive I feel. It is shaping me into someone strong, almost hardened, yet at the same time, unbearably gentle. I cannot tolerate more oppression, more assault, more injustice.
I don't like speaking about my own suffering anymore. makes me feel as though I am exaggerating mine while diminishing someone else's.
But I will not give up on others. Their suffering is mine. Their pain is my enemy. My pain is not going to be their enemy. And sometimes, carrying my pain is what allows someone else a moment of relief.
On my way to work today. It was hot, dry, and dusty.
What will it look like on my way home? If there is a way back!
Imagine driving 20 minutes to get to a CT scanner. I drove with this little girl in an ambulance so l could sedate her for a brain CT after a facial trauma to rule out basilar skull fracture
Healthcare system is completely destroyed in Gaza
They've endured unimaginable loss, yet these doctors continue to show up to serve others with unwavering compassion. I was welcomed like family. leaving behind so much pain, suffering, this resilience and brotherhood weighs heavy.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN
How does it feel to meet s ome one from the outside world? It feels good. Haw does it feel to sey goodbye and stay behind in heTl? It doesn't feel good at aNot that I wish to leave, but I am dying for thìs genocide to end. I think it is genocide, and genocides never end
Follow the news. They're attacking again.
Goodnight
