J. Randall Curtis, MD
Sitting here in the intensive care unit, waiting quietly while friends and family gather around the bedside to say their final good-byes to Paul, I find myself staring blankly out the window. The mechanical whir of the ventilator and the cold December rain on the window help me to drift peacefully back over the last two and a half years.
Paul was 23 years old when he and I first met. It was a warm July day in Seattle. I was in the first month of my internship, and it was Paul's first visit to my clinic. He had been
Curtis JR. A Job Well Done?. Ann Intern Med. 1991;115:823–824. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-115-10-823
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Published: Ann Intern Med. 1991;115(10):823-824.
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