Nothing is said as we walk into the ICU department of the second hospital that I don’t work at in the city center and I give my name. The smell of bleach and disinfectant is all too familiar from my own work environment. That necessary sterile formula to keep a place clean and stop the risks of infection and the spread of disease.
“Are you family?” A nurse asks us behind a desk while a doctor walked by with a manilla folder.
I was used to being on the other side of a desk like that, not the other way around coming to visit a patient that I knew. This all felt so strange. No one at this hospital recognized or even knew me. I worked at Saint Francis Memorial not here. Although meetings between the two places often occurred, I was still new at being a physician for only the last fou
