I'm not doing an IJ. Unhook that blood line. Bring it up here. This is a supraclavicular subclavian. If you have to go in blind, this is the only safe way to access a giant vein. And hold compressions. A centimeter from the lateral head of the sternocleidomastoid, a centimeter off the clavicle, aiming at the contralateral nipple. I'm in. Okay, resume compressions. And squeeze blood.
It's called the Shema prayer. It's a declaration of faith in God. I lived with my grandmother when I was little, and she and I used to recite it every morning.
"Even youths grow tired and weary, "and young men stumble and fall. "But those who hold hope in the Lord "will renew their strength and soar on wings like eagles." It's Isaiah 40. I was an undergrad theology major.
One of the things we like to do here, when we have the time, is to take a moment of silence when we lose a patient to respect their humanity. He was someone's son, perhaps a father himself, a brother or friend. Oh, make sure your phones are on silent.
No, bad things. Hurt people on purpose, hurt myself. And I did my time, but that doesn't wash away the regret. I... wish I'd done things differently. I think about it every day.
You know who I saw in rehab? I saw a bunch of guys just like you. The only difference is, they've accepted that they need help. I think you're afraid to admit the mighty Dr. Robinavitch isn't perfect.
No, but you expect it of yourself and it's not realistic, man. How can any of us live up to your standards if you can't even do it? You need help, Robby. You need help.
