David R. Neiblum, MD
Eyes burning. Always at this time of night. Take the cold, sweating soda can; hold it in turn to each eyelid. Better. Glance out the window. Four-thirty. Darkness.
The ICU lives and breathes around me. A symphony of sounds, smells, movements—machines, and the people to whom they are attached. I drift. My father, taking me (as a boy of nine) to the Young People's Concerts at Lincoln Center. Leonard Bernstein conducting the New York Philharmonic with grace and fury. Crash! screams the cymbal (an ET tube unhooked, the alarm demands the nurse reconnect it). Whisper, whisper from the woodwinds (vents
Neiblum DR. Concerto. Ann Intern Med. 1991;115:977. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-115-12-977
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