Late last night, I was driving home from the hospital after I admitted an 80 years old man with traumatic subarachnoid hemorrhage. Allegedly he had fallen down on his way to a neighborhood meeting. I saw a cat that had been run over in the median strip. I saw its yellow eyes and something red.
This morning, I was riding my bike to the hospital. I found a fly sitting on my knee. I tapped my thigh lightly, and it flew away.
I saw the patient in an emergency ward. He was alert, and had no headache or nausea. A follow-up CT revealed reduction of the hematoma and contusion in the right frontal lobe. He said “I am a neighborhood leader this term. I want to leave the hospital by next week to attend a handover meeting.” Retired people volunteer as neighborhood leaders. Young people work for themselves, not for the community. I treated a few neighborhood leaders. They had responsibilities for the work and felt very stressed. They loved this town.
I told my son that I had seen the cat hit by car. He said “many cats are living around there. Did you save it?” I said “it was already dead though its eyes were lighting.”
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